Ovan's weary eyes widened in surprised intrigue, even exhausted he loved a good challenge. His VSL was rusty, maybe even rustier than Frances's at this point, but he was always a quick refresher. The aroma from the cup she poured for him warmed his heart and brought a little peace to his heart. It was his favorite blend in Cold Frontier, a soothing blend from the southeast Ovan swore could lift his spirit with its smell alone. He sat up straight and shook off the residual stress of his training regimen.Okoye wrote: ↑Sun Mar 17, 2024 9:54 pm
"...you look like you could use it." she signed, her hands moving with fluid grace. She didn't bother questioning Ovan's knowledge of VSL; she knew he was fluent in countless languages, a testament to his scholarly prowess.
"What exactly are you training for?" Okoye signed, her curiosity piqued by the notion of a renowned scholar and self-proclaimed pacifist honing his mechanical skills in such a rigorous manner.
Thanks, how'd you know this is my favorite? he asked, relishing in the swet aroma one more moment before taking a big sip. If you must know, I'm training to slay a dragon. Ovan didn't make the signs for dragon, it was more like a shadow puppet hovering above the porcelain vessel between them. He hoped it would be a dragon, it'd been a minute since he came across one.
What are you training for? Ovan asked. He noticed a very faint weariness about her and thought she might be here to volunteer. Hyperion's climate made it a massive undertaking to travel to from some areas. His guest found herself the recipient of some legendary hospitality now, and should feel at least a little rejuvenated by the bottom of this teapot.