[F01 | PP] Tutelage Among the Skies | <<Training Your Friend>>

[Morrigan 0]

Morrígan listened quietly as Acanthus returned and chattered, the previously topic skirted as subtly as a plane crashing into a tower. Still, she knew better than to press into conversations that were desired to be left alone; a habitual trait of many she’d once been encircled by in the real world. Instead, Acanthus turned to the topic of Morrígan herself, and she found herself nodding in response to the posed question, as well as the reasoning behind it.

’We actually have; The Morrígu, a tailor shop on the tenth floor. It’s…out of the way, certainly, which is partially why we chose the location. The business is nothing fancy – a simple place to find the clothing and tailored goods some players may want. It has been growing steadily, however.’ She’d seen her fair share of turnout following the limited advertising she’d managed. Word of mouth was still the best sales pitch, and she found herself naturally falling into her sales routine; perhaps not as sly as a true salesperson, but spoken nonetheless.

Her eyes followed Kumaki as the small bear cub lumbered around the area, still wondering at the fact that the player had managed to find a bear in any form as its companion. Not wanting to let the silence settle, however, Morrígan found herself asking her own follow up questions, trying to decipher the other’s willingness to continue talking. ’What about yourself? I know you’re creating performance related crystals…performer, correct?...for some sort of business. But where do you have your own shop? I’d love to drop by some day, if for no reason other than to peruse the area. Although, if Kumaki is allowed to roam free through the studio and shop, that could be…entertaining.’

She’d given a small smile at the end, hoping that the subtle joke would be caught by the other player. She’d meant no disrespect to either – if anything, she found Kumaki’s lumbering somewhat endearing, in a way. Like a child exploring the world for the first time. A flash caught Morrígan’s eyes as she mused upon the existence of the cub, as Phantom dove through the sky towards the ground, aiming for something in the grass.

’We’re lucky to have them with us…’ She mumbled the words, not entirely aware she’d spoken them at all, as her eyes followed the form of Phantom. A small, genuine smile played at the corners of her mouth as she gazed into the sky.

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ID240181 | CD: 8 | <<Training Familiar>> | Result: Success! [3/3]

Edited yesterday at 02:24 PM by Morrigan