Mother of Pearl
“Oh,” She hadn’t meant to incite nerves in Elpsis, but her concern was evident. Perhaps Joza had forgotten that Elpsis was also an empath, able to sense her feelings of doubt along with sincere warmth.
“It doesn’t sound to me like you’ll scare her off—then again, I haven’t met her. But it sounds like you two are getting on well, so I’d wager that she’s just as excited as you are.” How to phrase this, exactly? “I’m just a little worried that it would go south and you’d get hurt.” Not the most eloquent phrasing, but the soft look in her eye highlighted concern for her friend. “Infatuation hits hard and strong, but it can give you a high like no spice can.” A faint, almost dream-like smile crossed her lips before she sobered a little.
“Just a little friendly concern is all. Gotta keep at least one foot on the ground, eh?” A wink to defuse some of the awkwardness, not wanting to turn this into something too serious or doubtful. She couldn’t do that, not when Elpsis was this happy—maybe if she’d seen red flags, Joza would put her foot down as a friend. But she was well aware that being on cloud 9 could distract you from someone’s faults.
“I’d like to meet her at some point though, and see if she’s got a worthy booty.” A thought lit her eyes. “Though considering that you and I are typically on the same side of conflicts, I could just wait for the next invasion or rebellion to crop up.” Indeed, Joza and Elpsis had met during Atrisia—the same place she’d met [member="Elliot Locke"] who like to falsely remind her how he’d saved her ass there.
[member="Elpsis Elaris"]
“It doesn’t sound to me like you’ll scare her off—then again, I haven’t met her. But it sounds like you two are getting on well, so I’d wager that she’s just as excited as you are.” How to phrase this, exactly? “I’m just a little worried that it would go south and you’d get hurt.” Not the most eloquent phrasing, but the soft look in her eye highlighted concern for her friend. “Infatuation hits hard and strong, but it can give you a high like no spice can.” A faint, almost dream-like smile crossed her lips before she sobered a little.
“Just a little friendly concern is all. Gotta keep at least one foot on the ground, eh?” A wink to defuse some of the awkwardness, not wanting to turn this into something too serious or doubtful. She couldn’t do that, not when Elpsis was this happy—maybe if she’d seen red flags, Joza would put her foot down as a friend. But she was well aware that being on cloud 9 could distract you from someone’s faults.
“I’d like to meet her at some point though, and see if she’s got a worthy booty.” A thought lit her eyes. “Though considering that you and I are typically on the same side of conflicts, I could just wait for the next invasion or rebellion to crop up.” Indeed, Joza and Elpsis had met during Atrisia—the same place she’d met [member="Elliot Locke"] who like to falsely remind her how he’d saved her ass there.
[member="Elpsis Elaris"]