Y'tajha has to hide a laugh behind her hand at the way the soldiers straighten in their seats, the nearest to "at attention" that she's ever seen them at a meal. Still, Haurchefant will see the amused twinkle in her mismatched eyes, the hint of the curve of her lips behind the edges of her hand.
It has to be hard for him, she thinks; he has not talked to her much of his childhood, but the fact that he speaks for House Fortemps without sharing the name himself is telling enough. Having recently become a name of significance among the peoples of Eorzea, she knows how it feels to have the muttered rumors following everywhere she goes. She's not quite as good at ignoring them, though; nor can she imagine how it must have been to have them following him throughout his entire life.
She draws her hand away from her mouth, her smile turning thoughtful as she considers him. "You said anything at all, did you not?" she queries with a tilt of her head. "Mayhap I could trouble you then to teach me how one can deafen herself to the whispers."
It's a rare moment of weakness for her, and the words are kept deliberately low enough so that only he will hear among the din in the hall. She'd rather not broadcast it to the others around them, the soldiers whom she doesn't know as well, with whom she trains and works away the days away while she waits for results from Ishgard. But to Haurchefant, her friend (just her friend) and ally, it's a side of herself that she doesn't mind showing quite so much.
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Date: 2020-08-23 02:27 pm (UTC)It has to be hard for him, she thinks; he has not talked to her much of his childhood, but the fact that he speaks for House Fortemps without sharing the name himself is telling enough. Having recently become a name of significance among the peoples of Eorzea, she knows how it feels to have the muttered rumors following everywhere she goes. She's not quite as good at ignoring them, though; nor can she imagine how it must have been to have them following him throughout his entire life.
She draws her hand away from her mouth, her smile turning thoughtful as she considers him. "You said anything at all, did you not?" she queries with a tilt of her head. "Mayhap I could trouble you then to teach me how one can deafen herself to the whispers."
It's a rare moment of weakness for her, and the words are kept deliberately low enough so that only he will hear among the din in the hall. She'd rather not broadcast it to the others around them, the soldiers whom she doesn't know as well, with whom she trains and works away the days away while she waits for results from Ishgard. But to Haurchefant, her friend (just her friend) and ally, it's a side of herself that she doesn't mind showing quite so much.