Cylus 1, Arc 717
Hiding your race was cowardly. Or so Asari thought. She held strong to the belief that unless you risked serious harm (like the Yludih or Aukari would from how people hated them), or you had to hide your race for a delicate situation, then you shouldn’t. Most people she’d met in Desnind knew what she was- because she’d told them. When she greets people, it was her instinct to point out she was a Naerikk. The few times she didn’t, it was usually found out fairly soon. It was just her luck.
Though had Arlo voiced his thoughts on why Asari felt so… disliked- she may have realized he was almost entirely right in his assumptions.
“Rharne… I’ve never been, but I hear great things. Mostly about the alcohol. But also about the religion. They worship um… Oh… What’s her name… the Immortal who likes alcohol…” Asari frowned, trying to remember the name. It wasn’t good manners to forget immortals- but in truth, Asari had never been very religious outside of Audrae growing up. “Starts with an I… Hmm… Ilsa? Ivory?”
After a second of trying to remember, she merely shook her head. “That sounds fun, though. Going where your feet take you. There are so many places in the world- it’d be a shame to see just one. Desnind is a good fit for me right now but… perhaps someday I’ll go somewhere like Rharne.” Giving a small smile, she added, “I’ll have to send you a letter to tell you what I think of it.”
As they arrived and entered the Kẹjï Kisa, Asari’s eyes were drawn to the bar, spotting Phyt- the bartender she knew. “Um… One person, yes. How about you grab us a seat, and I’ll get us some drinks. Do you want water, or some non-alcoholic cider?” She asked, already moving towards the bar, looking at him over her shoulder.
Reaching the bar, Asari gave a tentative smile to Phyt. "Hey there. Busy tonight, isn't it?" She asked, giving a light laugh- clearly trying to make small talk.
He gave her a brief smile, busily wiping down the bar. "You know it is, and you know why. No need for pleasantries, Asari Rosacea. What can I get you?" He asked, his deep tone polite, but direct.
Giving him her order, Asari nodded appreciatively when she received her drinks- one glass of Holpxay and one glass of Arlo's choice, before making her way back to her companion. Sliding his glass to him, she sat across from Arlo, taking a long sip of the Holpxay.
"Mm. Probably not as great as Rharne's alcohol- but pretty good in my opinion." Asari commented, absently licking her lips. Glancing back up at Arlo, she added, "So. Tradition two of alaiwa snäyì is to tell stories. For Sev'ryn it's usually about some great hunt their ancestors went on, or how they built their business from nothing and honored their family. But you're a traveler! Surely you must have stories. I'd love to hear one, if you have one to share."
Though had Arlo voiced his thoughts on why Asari felt so… disliked- she may have realized he was almost entirely right in his assumptions.
“Rharne… I’ve never been, but I hear great things. Mostly about the alcohol. But also about the religion. They worship um… Oh… What’s her name… the Immortal who likes alcohol…” Asari frowned, trying to remember the name. It wasn’t good manners to forget immortals- but in truth, Asari had never been very religious outside of Audrae growing up. “Starts with an I… Hmm… Ilsa? Ivory?”
After a second of trying to remember, she merely shook her head. “That sounds fun, though. Going where your feet take you. There are so many places in the world- it’d be a shame to see just one. Desnind is a good fit for me right now but… perhaps someday I’ll go somewhere like Rharne.” Giving a small smile, she added, “I’ll have to send you a letter to tell you what I think of it.”
As they arrived and entered the Kẹjï Kisa, Asari’s eyes were drawn to the bar, spotting Phyt- the bartender she knew. “Um… One person, yes. How about you grab us a seat, and I’ll get us some drinks. Do you want water, or some non-alcoholic cider?” She asked, already moving towards the bar, looking at him over her shoulder.
Reaching the bar, Asari gave a tentative smile to Phyt. "Hey there. Busy tonight, isn't it?" She asked, giving a light laugh- clearly trying to make small talk.
He gave her a brief smile, busily wiping down the bar. "You know it is, and you know why. No need for pleasantries, Asari Rosacea. What can I get you?" He asked, his deep tone polite, but direct.
Giving him her order, Asari nodded appreciatively when she received her drinks- one glass of Holpxay and one glass of Arlo's choice, before making her way back to her companion. Sliding his glass to him, she sat across from Arlo, taking a long sip of the Holpxay.
"Mm. Probably not as great as Rharne's alcohol- but pretty good in my opinion." Asari commented, absently licking her lips. Glancing back up at Arlo, she added, "So. Tradition two of alaiwa snäyì is to tell stories. For Sev'ryn it's usually about some great hunt their ancestors went on, or how they built their business from nothing and honored their family. But you're a traveler! Surely you must have stories. I'd love to hear one, if you have one to share."