Interacting with: Master of Red Caster @vocab __________________________________
Rider gazed inquisitively at the girl with an eyebrow raised. Even in her intoxicated state could Rider easily identify the cause of this Master's sullen, empty mood. Peering onto Olympia was like peering onto a young foal which had just seen it's mother die, no tears, no feelings. Just emptiness. Now, the Great Khan may be one of the most feared people history has ever seen, often dubbed as a plague to the world that is filled with evil and hatred, but truth of the matter is that she's also compassionate and friendly. She can feel other's sorrow, and despite showing no signs of empathy due to being an empathic warlord is a bad warlord, she still felt it qithin the heart of her heart. And she knew, just by a single look, how this girl struggled to swallow the events that unfolded earlier.
And so she peered onto the girl, the young, sheltered child being sized up by the absolute greatest conqueror the world has ever seen, second to none. And the Flail of God, the punisher of sinners as she herself had dubbed her to the Judean religions believers, was smiling softly. No malice, no ill intent, just a friendly smile from one presumed ally to another. She even allowed the girl to spend her time coming to a conclusion with the brown, strong liquid. This however was more about her not wishing to be seen as a hypocrite, considering how lightweight her youthful body truly was. Either way, this moment of silence was her gift to the girl, a moment to let her arrange her thoughts. Say a thing about Rider, say she knows how to comfort people.
There was no laughter to be heard from the Mongol's lips, just the same smile softly lingering on her lips. And she lent the girl the ear she'd promised to give her, the warlord's head gently nodding while her eyes remained closed. So, it was her first taste of bloodshed, was it? Aye, Genghis' thoughts went back to the day she and her younger brothers killed their oldest brother, when they assassinated him in cold blood. She remembered the feeling of regret, guilt, weakness she felt afterwards. It is not too different from what the teenager felt, that was certain. Different events, yet the same empty sadness weighing on one's heart. And so Rider opened her eyes again, certainly taking a moment to refocus her gaze.
Bloodeh drinks."I see. I cannae say, I knae th'feelin' ya hold no mo', this 'ere feelin' o' guilt fer' th'dead. Bu' I knae th'feelin' o' dread 'nd sorroe' ove' shockin' events." She began, attempting to weigh her words properly in an attempt to calm her mind. Rider knew that these traumatic events are easiest to mend while the wound is fresh, rather than let it grow a deep, painful scar.
"Bu' I knae there be a day t'mmorrow. And one afteh'. Y'say yer weak, I ain' seein ya as weak. Ye' may not be a Mangudai, a sworn warrieh, bu' I see a stren'th in ya. How ta' put it... I got me a feelin' ye'll get back on yer feet, and use this 'ere day's memory as a fuel. Tha' makes sense?" Well, to Rider it did.
She leant forward with a hand extended and gently placed it atop the girl's shoulder, gently squeezing it comfortingly. Seems like one drink was not enough to empty this girl's painful remorse either.
"Take it from Big Sis, th'pain will neveh disappear. Bu' it'll mend gradually. Nae, I see ya didn' enjoy th'drink. Bu' aftah years in th'field, I knae this type o' drink is a good healeh as long as done rareleh and with good companeh. So I'll order ya 'notha one. She let her grip leave her shoulder, instead let the fist raise up high to signal the bartender.
"This fekk'n drink tastes like armadillo piss, I swea'.." She said, snickering softly.
It went quick, the bringer of alcohol brought the glasses to their table. One of them placed in front of both, and in friendly gesture, Rider rose her glass up to invite into a toast.
"Erüül mendiin tölöö, Lil' Sis! She added in her native language, the Mongolian phrase for cheers, before downing it all. Ah, the burning. It was so terrible. So Rider's face winced lightly, before she changed her sitting position, tilting her chair in a 30 degree away from the table while letting her legs cross over one another.
"Nae, please empty yer' heart o' pain. I'll listen. Big Sis promises."
