I have a, ah. A partner, I suppose you could call him. Ejinn, like you, but only by half. [ When Kharasar smiles, lights seem to dance in her eyes. Koko's smile only serves to encourage her, and Kharasar laughs when her friend leans in close. It feels almost conspiratorial, like two children staying up past midnight to trade secrets. ] He's a good man, originally from Kugane. I hired him to be my bodyguard for an event I attended, and we just... continued to run into each other from there.
[ She conveniently leaves out the part where she'd followed him for the better part of a moon. Khara knows that there's no point in couching her words with euphemisms, because Koko will likely see right through her. Still. Old habits, and all that. If anyone holds the right to say that they really and truly know Kharasar Qalli, however, it's Koko. Khara knows this, and while the thought should be all rights terrify her, she knows that Koko would never betray her trust.
When her friend's palm warms against her hand, Khara moves to tangle their fingers together, however briefly. ] We... left almost immediately after you did. Several bells after, actually, [ Khara sighs. Thoughts of Lorimer still have a way of driving something cold and hard into her gut, her tone going flat. ]
I was singing for a friend, [ She continues, looking up to Koko's face. Her eyes meet the other woman's and she silently marvels at how deep and blue they are; almost completely the opposite of her own. ] It was the anniversary of his passing. He'd requested a burial at sea. [ Khara's voice is solemn though her expression is warm. Affectionate. ] Oh, if only you could have met him... In a way, it almost feels as if he'd buoyed you to me, but that could just be sentimentality talking. You're right, though... This is what matters.
[ Kharasar keeps her friend's gaze as she nods. ] Ul'dah is the city of twists and turns... You simply must join me the next time I go.
On that note...
[ Khara's expression turns slightly serious. ] Where are you staying? I assume you don't make your bed in the waves.
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[ She conveniently leaves out the part where she'd followed him for the better part of a moon. Khara knows that there's no point in couching her words with euphemisms, because Koko will likely see right through her. Still. Old habits, and all that. If anyone holds the right to say that they really and truly know Kharasar Qalli, however, it's Koko. Khara knows this, and while the thought should be all rights terrify her, she knows that Koko would never betray her trust.
When her friend's palm warms against her hand, Khara moves to tangle their fingers together, however briefly. ] We... left almost immediately after you did. Several bells after, actually, [ Khara sighs. Thoughts of Lorimer still have a way of driving something cold and hard into her gut, her tone going flat. ]
I was singing for a friend, [ She continues, looking up to Koko's face. Her eyes meet the other woman's and she silently marvels at how deep and blue they are; almost completely the opposite of her own. ] It was the anniversary of his passing. He'd requested a burial at sea. [ Khara's voice is solemn though her expression is warm. Affectionate. ] Oh, if only you could have met him... In a way, it almost feels as if he'd buoyed you to me, but that could just be sentimentality talking. You're right, though... This is what matters.
[ Kharasar keeps her friend's gaze as she nods. ] Ul'dah is the city of twists and turns... You simply must join me the next time I go.
On that note...
[ Khara's expression turns slightly serious. ] Where are you staying? I assume you don't make your bed in the waves.