[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/241208/a04161052c56932d95d6bf9168fcef02.png[/img][/center][hr][i]The Eye of the Beholder[/i][hr]
Nesna clasped her gloved hands in front of her chest as Nathaniel extolled the virtues of Sagedom. Her ears perked up and her eyes brightened in their glow and widened as he spoke of truths and histories. The smile on her blackened lips wiggled into a deeply eager expression, one which was resisting attempts to stifle it into a more demure composition. 

As Sya interrupted, Nesna snapped suddenly to look at her. After a momentary freeze, she offered Sya a polite wave, smile, and nod of acknowledgement.

[color=DDA0DD]“I’ve seen to the tea, anyway,”[/color] she warmly responded. [color=DDA0DD]“I’ve put in an order with…ah, I’ll have to ask him his name again. The Lunarian merchant, anyway. It’s paid for and seen to, and I’ve gotten for us a nice sampling. Greens, dark greens, and reds, as I recall—enough to get a sense of what you most prefer, and how you should prefer them.”[/color]

Looking back to Nathaniel as he continued his thought as Sya hurried off to attend to all manner of other things, the same eager expression rapidly overcame her. The hand she’d used to wave to Sya drifted back inwards, settling by her face as her other hand met it, and they clasped together by her cheek. Her grin faded briefly as he stopped himself from continuing on, settling into a cautious smile, as if hoping that Nathaniel would simply promise it to her in no uncertain terms. Her still-clasped hands slowly lowered from her cheek, down past her chest, settling just underneath, drawn tightly to her.

[color=DDA0DD]“It sounds lovely…”[/color] she longingly sighed, as if bemoaning that she did not already know exactly of what he spoke. Nesna cocked her head as her eyes narrowed into a more wistful expression, contrasting with the hopeful smile that still sat on her lips.

[color=DDA0DD]“Oh, but for to even be a piece of such a thing, I could only dream,”[/color] she cooed, [color=DDA0DD]“Even if the age to become a proper Sage were passed for me, I could only hope to be of some use as a volunteer. I am used to demands, of course, and demands without reward! But Sagedom, how rewarding is it, indeed?”[/color]

Nesna cleared her throat, then continued, shifting to a more sensible, conversational tone, [color=DDA0DD]“Never mind all of that. If I could only know, do you ever lie awake at night with thoughts of your work? Or, say, find yourself compelled to stay at your station longer still? I’d always imagined such a thing as happening quite often.”[/color]

[b]Interactions[/b]
Nathaniel [@Echotech71], Sya [@PrinceAlexus]