Lerraina
Location: Gorlf Northern Territory, The Nearly Burned Down House
Interacting with: Everyone present, Calanon @POOHEAD189
Interacting with: Everyone present, Calanon @POOHEAD189
Lerraina used to be the type of person to wear her emotions on her sleeve, publicly broadcasted for everyone to see. Getting burned more times than not, had coated her sleeves with a hard, opaque shell. Of course whatever training she had received helped to coat the ash and soot, and smooth over the calloused surface. It was hard to pretend to be someone else when your emotions suggested otherwise. Had the shell not been present, her cheeks might have flushed a bright red. Not necessarily by the question that was asked, but by the pure genuineness behind it.
She was wasn't the greatest at reading others, but she sensed no hidden agendas with this one. It was refreshing to say the least, perhaps though made her even more weary. She hadn't been in this type of situation in a while. And despite being a woman of her age, it still took her by surprise. She wanted to let herself trust, to let the shell wither away, even if he wasn't the right person to let her guard down for. More than anything, she was just tired. Tired of the act, tired of the facade. Tired of the thrill it gave her that she just couldn't seem to give up. Middle aged and a mess, yeah that about summed her up, enough to brighten the monotonous down beat the rain and fire had seemed to fill the room with. One thing she did learn through all of this, there were too many personalities brewing between each cover, to take any one of them too seriously was suicide.
She must have stood there for at least a minute, caught up in her own contemplation. As more of their companions finally piled into the rickety building, she refocused on Calanon. A small smile flickered upon her face and she dipped her head in appreciation. ”I appreciate the offer, but I believe if I don't get some rest soon, I may not make it through tomorrow. Perhaps another time, though.” Open ended and vague, aside from the exhaustion that seeped from every pore. No promises, but opportunity, for nothing more than a chance … A glimmer of hope for friendship, even if it wouldn't last. Sure, he probably didn't mean anything by it, and was just trying to be nice. But even that was a pleasant change from the piss off sort of exchanges she would so often have.
She had exhausted her energy just to save the damn shelter for one measly night of what would most likely amount to a restless sleep, spanning 3 hours at most. Without breakfast, without lunch, no snacks and supper would be something small to keep her stomach from caving and rotting the rest of her organs with its decay. Her time with the ranger was brief, after which she found herself a snug space in which to sleep. She dismounted her bow, and lay out a blanket or two, before sliding up into the corner. Always with her back up against a wall, her hand firmly docked on the cold metal blade at her side. She watched her surroundings for a time, before finally drifting off.
Come morning she would have more energy to work on the illusion of 'who was Gretchin'. Come morning, she would be the first to rise and scope out the perimeter, if she could. Breakfast however, would be among her top priority.