The night progressed, Rendyl let up little by little, seeing these people not as cutthroats or murderers, but like the game they were playing, people that were making the best of the life they were dealt. It was an interesting notion to Rendyl, who had her life given to her by wealth and love. She never experienced hardship, fear, hunger, or loneliness in her life back on earth, and it was such a jarring transition to be playing cards with this crew. What surprised and intrigued her the most were the stories they were sharing, and what they've experienced.
The game kept going, she lost and gained her earring twice, eventually demanding to try a shot from the bottle of alcohol she saw the captain drinking from earlier, waving off any warnings. She downed it, followed by a hefty series of coughs to no one's surprise, and she tried to keep playing her hand through it. Half an hour later, while winning a pot with a set of three 9s, she requested another shot. This time she knew what to expect and handled the liquid with a bit more dignity. the booze already affecting her movement and vision.
When the Captain asked his question, Rendyl listened to the answers from her spot on the table, her head resting on her arms in a daze. she tuned them out after a little while and closed her eyes, thinking back to her home...
Complete freedom? Wonder if that means talking...I wanna talk so bad, even just for a day. Being able to chat with these people like a normal person maybe I wouldn't be a misfit among misfits then...
She felt a strong desire and sadness accompany her thought, but unbeknownst to her, everyone in the room would've 'heard' this, a gentle sweep of words unspoken but echoing between their ears. They'd experience a sensation of wanting to talk more, of an irrational sadness of being unable to speak.
Rendyl's eyes were still closed, her head tilted to one side as though she were asleep, but she smiled lightly.
At least Tony is nice to me. I like him the most...
Noctis
Rhona W