[Though she hadn't met the new house guest other than just a curt nod and greeting when she first arrived, Presea did know about her. She was out right now, looking for a new cover for her axe, and perhaps finding new grips on her gloves. Hers were starting to wear out.
Of course, all that gets blown out the window once she flips through her journal - a new habit she picked up to keep herself occupied - and spots Kratos' message. She had known about the war, and was tempted to sign up, but the luxuries wasn't what she wanted. She just wanted to make sure her daddy back home was okay.
Right now, though, her not!daddy house mate came first. Presea quickens her pace, hurrying back home. He had refused the draft, she remembered. So then why...? When she arrives back home, the house is quiet, more quiet than usual, and empty. ...She doesn't like this. Not one bit.]
[Action (but not really)]salvationfoundMarch 14 2010, 05:11:28 UTC
[His letter may have seemed brief, but only because he knew he was about to be taken away. In fact, he was surprised they let him stay in the village for this long.
In Presea's room, she'll find those new grips for her gloves that she was looking for neatly folded on her bed. Looks like Kratos noticed this and got them for her earlier in the day.]
[Action (it is a lie)]not_klonoaMarch 14 2010, 05:53:41 UTC
[Presea finds her little gift easily enough and closes the door to her room. Sorry, Svala, but there'll be no dinner tonight, unless you really coerce it out of her. Presea's going to be in her room, on her bed, staring dimly at the wall and trying to figure out why her stomach feels funny.]
[Action (this is not a lie)]halgitamilfMarch 14 2010, 15:28:58 UTC
[Svala can put two and two together as well as any person. As she sits on her bed and stares down at the half-finished note, she hears doors open and close.
Setting her journal aside -Sigmund, Sigmund, she had to find Sigmund- she stands and makes her way to Presea's room. She hesitates -she hardly knows the girl- but knocks quietly anyway.]
[Action (or is it?)]not_klonoaMarch 14 2010, 18:37:51 UTC
[Presea doesn't answer the door, and it takes her a while to respond - she was debating whether or not she should.]
...The door is open.
[She's still sitting on her bed, looking at the gift Kratos gave to her. They were good quality, all things considered, and she'd make good use of them. When she didn't feel so strange, that is.]
[Action (oh God now I don't know)]halgitamilfMarch 14 2010, 23:33:43 UTC
[Svala opens the door, but doesn't invite herself inside. Instead she stands in the hallway, her hand on the knob and the other tucked inside her sleeve.]
[Action (I'm sorry, but that is not the correct answer. B|)]not_klonoaMarch 15 2010, 00:49:33 UTC
[Presea looks up at the new house guest, and shakes her head slowly. No intrusion, really, but she wasn't exactly too trusting of this person. Presea would, however, do as Kratos instructed and take care of this woman.]
...Kratos is gone. [Because she clearly didn't know this already. :|]
[Action (Dammit.)]halgitamilfMarch 15 2010, 01:08:17 UTC
Yes. [Svala steps inside a bit.] ...perhaps we should leave this house for a moment. May I request your aide, Presea?
[She can't do much by way of comforting her -and honestly, the girl makes her nervous; her soul isn't completely void, but it's much more suppressed than Svala's used to feeling- but she can try to keep her busy so she doesn't dwell on it.]
[Action (Dammit.)]not_klonoaMarch 15 2010, 02:04:31 UTC
[Presea would have been very content to just stay in her room all day until she fell asleep, but with a slow nod, she slides off her bed and approaches Svala. She stays a few feet away, for good measure, and watches her new charge carefully, waiting for instructions.]
Please come with me. I will require assistance in carrying things home. [They'll be meaningless tasks; a few groceries, cloth, knick knacks...and really, she can't be positive it would help Presea, but she's not sure they should stay in the house so soon after Kratos is taken. The droids might come back for one of them.]
Understood. [Said robotically with a little nod. Presea goes about getting her shoes and gloves on, tucking her gift away in a drawer. She'll use them some other time. She won't bring her axe, but will tuck away her knife into her little pack on her hip, just in case.
When she's all ready, Presea will look up at Svala and mumble a very brief introduction.]
[Presea isn't used to customs outside of those known in Tethe'Alla, so the bow gets a little stare and a slow blink before Presea moves a little closer. She said they should leave, so...]
All right. ...Where are we going? [Presea would do well as being a servant, or a maid. She takes orders well enough and keeps things neat and tidy in the house presently. It was part of her routine at home, and she kept it up here, too. As for talking...good luck. She'll take care of you and make sure you're unharmed, Svala, because Kratos instructed her to, but she's not exactly trusting of you just yet.]
Of course, all that gets blown out the window once she flips through her journal - a new habit she picked up to keep herself occupied - and spots Kratos' message. She had known about the war, and was tempted to sign up, but the luxuries wasn't what she wanted. She just wanted to make sure her daddy back home was okay.
Right now, though, her not!daddy house mate came first. Presea quickens her pace, hurrying back home. He had refused the draft, she remembered. So then why...? When she arrives back home, the house is quiet, more quiet than usual, and empty. ...She doesn't like this. Not one bit.]
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In Presea's room, she'll find those new grips for her gloves that she was looking for neatly folded on her bed. Looks like Kratos noticed this and got them for her earlier in the day.]
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Setting her journal aside -Sigmund, Sigmund, she had to find Sigmund- she stands and makes her way to Presea's room. She hesitates -she hardly knows the girl- but knocks quietly anyway.]
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...The door is open.
[She's still sitting on her bed, looking at the gift Kratos gave to her. They were good quality, all things considered, and she'd make good use of them. When she didn't feel so strange, that is.]
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Please pardon my intrusion.
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...Kratos is gone. [Because she clearly didn't know this already. :|]
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[She can't do much by way of comforting her -and honestly, the girl makes her nervous; her soul isn't completely void, but it's much more suppressed than Svala's used to feeling- but she can try to keep her busy so she doesn't dwell on it.]
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When she's all ready, Presea will look up at Svala and mumble a very brief introduction.]
...Presea.
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She turns and offers Presea a humble bow.] Svala.
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Ready? [If not, she'll wait patiently.]
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...maybe. Presea doesn't seem the chatty type.]
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