A wonderful truth of pirating was that it was often much easier to be honest than other walks of life. No need to like or cover up that which wasn't interfering. It was a freedom he deeply cherished. Got to meet a lot of interesting people that way.
He winces, chuckling at her plight. "Nothing like a poor match of a roommate to make one go mad. If I were the designer of a punishing afterlife, it would be the top of my list."
He takes the conversation and open gesture as a welcome to stay. He's glad. He's missing his partner, who would have been too recognizable for this mission, and it's nice to pass the time in conversation.
He does give a moment's pause to her question. A name is always something to weigh, but, his isn't utterly uncommon, and he's not directly wanted in this particular government. "Balthier. A pleasure, Amelia."
He looks out over the view, eyes sparkling and still a little breathless. Fifteen years of these sites and they haven't lost their charm. "You know, as a boy I always dreamed of being old enough to attend proper festivities and parties, and now I often can't leave soon enough." The formal ones, anyway. He enjoyed a good local gathering. Though, certainly easier to steal at a large event.
"It would certainly work to drive people mad. I imagine most people destined for the worst of places would struggle with that kind of punishment." Dreams know she is struggling and they only have another few nights of this voyage. Her roommate is lucky Amelia didn't think to bring the right herbs to mix a sleeping draft. The rogue won't be making that particular mistake again.
"The pleasure is mine, Balthier." A name she's only heard a few times before. It'll be easy to remember it when attached to someone who's already proven to be comfortably companionable without being cloying.
She smiles warmly as she watches him turn and look up again. There's a particular reach for what's above them that's familiar, a need for something outside what one finds directly within reach. A something she's intimately familiar with as she moves from place to place, takes job after job, and can't find a place to settle. Once, she was tied to family and a home. Now she's loosely associated with a group that keeps her employed and steeped in gold and favors. It's not nearly the same, and she feels the pang at times when she feels particularly alone. Distractions are welcome, and she settles into the current one with ease.
"Nothing is ever so fun as an adult as one expects it to be as a child. The lure of the forbidden colors everything we see." She shifts a half step closer as she follows his example to turn herself to the view again. "Maybe that's why we constantly look to the stars," she muses. "We crave what we can't have, and try to recreate it everywhere we go. When we can't, we come back again, wanting that magic again."
Or maybe she's waxing on poetically about an easy to grasp topic to avoid thinking about those other things on her mind. Whatever the truth, she does wonder about people and their need to be in the sky, to get closer to the heavens. Just not usually this loudly.
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Date: 2023-11-27 09:21 pm (UTC)He winces, chuckling at her plight. "Nothing like a poor match of a roommate to make one go mad. If I were the designer of a punishing afterlife, it would be the top of my list."
He takes the conversation and open gesture as a welcome to stay. He's glad. He's missing his partner, who would have been too recognizable for this mission, and it's nice to pass the time in conversation.
He does give a moment's pause to her question. A name is always something to weigh, but, his isn't utterly uncommon, and he's not directly wanted in this particular government. "Balthier. A pleasure, Amelia."
He looks out over the view, eyes sparkling and still a little breathless. Fifteen years of these sites and they haven't lost their charm. "You know, as a boy I always dreamed of being old enough to attend proper festivities and parties, and now I often can't leave soon enough." The formal ones, anyway. He enjoyed a good local gathering. Though, certainly easier to steal at a large event.
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Date: 2023-12-06 07:04 am (UTC)"The pleasure is mine, Balthier." A name she's only heard a few times before. It'll be easy to remember it when attached to someone who's already proven to be comfortably companionable without being cloying.
She smiles warmly as she watches him turn and look up again. There's a particular reach for what's above them that's familiar, a need for something outside what one finds directly within reach. A something she's intimately familiar with as she moves from place to place, takes job after job, and can't find a place to settle. Once, she was tied to family and a home. Now she's loosely associated with a group that keeps her employed and steeped in gold and favors. It's not nearly the same, and she feels the pang at times when she feels particularly alone. Distractions are welcome, and she settles into the current one with ease.
"Nothing is ever so fun as an adult as one expects it to be as a child. The lure of the forbidden colors everything we see." She shifts a half step closer as she follows his example to turn herself to the view again. "Maybe that's why we constantly look to the stars," she muses. "We crave what we can't have, and try to recreate it everywhere we go. When we can't, we come back again, wanting that magic again."
Or maybe she's waxing on poetically about an easy to grasp topic to avoid thinking about those other things on her mind. Whatever the truth, she does wonder about people and their need to be in the sky, to get closer to the heavens. Just not usually this loudly.