Do they? [ the mischievous smile still has yet to leave koko's lips, and amusement is still plain in her tone. she doesn't think she's ever seen khara blush, nor has she heard the tenderness in her voice directed to someone else. ] I thank you for your generosity, my friend. I only hope I won't get in the way of you admiring those scales.
[ but most of all, koko is glad to see it: khara has been doing well despite everything she's gone through and has found someone whom she clearly admires. it feels almost silly for koko to have worried about her at all, but she supposes that she'll always worry about her friend for however long they are together. now that they've reunited, koko hopes that they will remain close for a long time.
fate does have a strange way of pushing and pulling people together, and koko supposes it was fate that guided her to khara again. their hands are still intertwined, heads bowed toward each other and talking as if no time had passed at all between them; khara discusses koko taking part in her free company and sharing her quarters as if she'd left a space for koko all along. whether khara intended to do so or not doesn't lessen the swell of warmth in her chest; the idea that she can still find that sense of belonging even now, so far away from her tribe and its customs. ]
He seemed like a man of simple tastes.
[ much like how khara herself tends to flirt with any male in her vicinity should she choose to. koko supposes that's where they differ; she's always been a little more withdrawn around strangers, opting to keep to herself in a crowd. perhaps that's what a lifetime of travel results in -- never staying too long in one place to establish her roots and form lasting bonds. her relationship with khara somehow stood the test to that, and now here they are: khara making plans without even missing a beat, weaving koko into her life seamlessly. ]
You know that I wouldn't do well in anything lavish. [ her smile turns sheepish instead, shaking her head. ] Perhaps I can pretend to be a scullery maid instead.
[ which, at the very least, still means that she intends to join khara. for better or worse. ]
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[ but most of all, koko is glad to see it: khara has been doing well despite everything she's gone through and has found someone whom she clearly admires. it feels almost silly for koko to have worried about her at all, but she supposes that she'll always worry about her friend for however long they are together. now that they've reunited, koko hopes that they will remain close for a long time.
fate does have a strange way of pushing and pulling people together, and koko supposes it was fate that guided her to khara again. their hands are still intertwined, heads bowed toward each other and talking as if no time had passed at all between them; khara discusses koko taking part in her free company and sharing her quarters as if she'd left a space for koko all along. whether khara intended to do so or not doesn't lessen the swell of warmth in her chest; the idea that she can still find that sense of belonging even now, so far away from her tribe and its customs. ]
He seemed like a man of simple tastes.
[ much like how khara herself tends to flirt with any male in her vicinity should she choose to. koko supposes that's where they differ; she's always been a little more withdrawn around strangers, opting to keep to herself in a crowd. perhaps that's what a lifetime of travel results in -- never staying too long in one place to establish her roots and form lasting bonds. her relationship with khara somehow stood the test to that, and now here they are: khara making plans without even missing a beat, weaving koko into her life seamlessly. ]
You know that I wouldn't do well in anything lavish. [ her smile turns sheepish instead, shaking her head. ] Perhaps I can pretend to be a scullery maid instead.
[ which, at the very least, still means that she intends to join khara. for better or worse. ]