on being reserved and filling out an app for somarium

[rhodeing]

So you finally did it. You finally took the plunge. I'm the second character you ever picked up in this place and you're just now apping me?

Oh no, don't blame this on me. It's not my fault. It's all your fault. You're the one with the crazy ideas, ever since you saw the third one. Yeah, I know it's about time people appreciated me. I just don't see how you think sending me to one of these places is showing your appreciation.

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[fotlenke]

[ Peeking over the convenient fence at you. ] Are you the Iron Warrior's companion?

[rhodeing]

[Iron Warrior, huh?]

Uh, yeah, you could say that. You can call me Jim.

[fotlenke]

[ She blinks, then stands straight, coming around the fence, arms loose at her sides to show no tension withheld. ] Warrior Jim. You fight for your people -- you should have the honor with which it goes.

[ She reaches up and undoes her hood, letting it fall back. ] You should receive trophies for all the endeavors you have accomplished with Iron Warrior alongside. He does not look the easy kind.

[rhodeing]

Oh, well thank you. ['Warrior Jim'. He could get used to that. He gives her a little bow as she approaches him. What? It seems appropriate.]

The Iron Warrior? Yeah, he's ...not.

[fotlenke]

[ Oh. Well. If he bows, then etiquette dictates that she must return his bow with a curtsey. And so she takes her skirts and dips low into an awkward curtsey, and then blooms back up, letting her skirts go. So she's not Aesir royalty, but she's Vanir royalty and that's -- think farm girls in pretty jewels. ]

Obvious, from the manners in which he conducts himself. [ Although, he'd certainly beat any Aesir she has seen in flair for dramatics. ] Thanks the stars that his lady love is of sensible mind.