"If you get kicked out can I have your stuff?" the eavesdropper asks as she's crowded out and left behind.
Inside it's busier than before, with multiple women who've started out the other door looking over their shoulders at Guts as he enters so abruptly. Most people in the enclave just look like villagers of some sort. These have the look of priests, with cleaner, less weathered robes in clearer colors and a lot more embroidery and repetitions of a particular symbol, and tend towards being older. The youngest and slowest to leave are a pair of identical twins that look about twenty. Plainsfolk, they're tall and brown with straight black hair and black eyes, who walk very close together and each with an arm around the other's waist or shoulders. They have to walk like that, they seem to be bound together at a point on their midsections, though fabric obscures just what's going on.
"If you're going to undo all that work," one says while looking at Guts, and the other picks up, looking rather more pointedly at Lashan, with "Then at least do it outside."
"Don't teach me how to curry a horse," Lashan retorts, getting to her feet. "And the divine twins act doesn't work on me, I changed your diapers. Get out of here, I want to have a private conversation."
"All right. Aww, Vena," one says with a concerned frown, noticing the girl wearing an utter non-expression. The other says, "I'm sure it will be fine. See you, Vena," and steers them out.
Lashan looks... actually, quite a lot better than yesterday. Her nose isn't so swollen, her bruises have faded as if they'd had longer to heal then the ones she left on Guts' wrist and forearm, the stitched up cut is more pink than red, and she just seems to have more energy. When she gets up and goes to the door The Boy and her apprentice - who draws back a little - had come in through, to open it and tell off the eavesdropper for loitering, she doesn't use her cane, though she does still favor one leg.
no subject
Inside it's busier than before, with multiple women who've started out the other door looking over their shoulders at Guts as he enters so abruptly. Most people in the enclave just look like villagers of some sort. These have the look of priests, with cleaner, less weathered robes in clearer colors and a lot more embroidery and repetitions of a particular symbol, and tend towards being older. The youngest and slowest to leave are a pair of identical twins that look about twenty. Plainsfolk, they're tall and brown with straight black hair and black eyes, who walk very close together and each with an arm around the other's waist or shoulders. They have to walk like that, they seem to be bound together at a point on their midsections, though fabric obscures just what's going on.
"If you're going to undo all that work," one says while looking at Guts, and the other picks up, looking rather more pointedly at Lashan, with "Then at least do it outside."
"Don't teach me how to curry a horse," Lashan retorts, getting to her feet. "And the divine twins act doesn't work on me, I changed your diapers. Get out of here, I want to have a private conversation."
"All right. Aww, Vena," one says with a concerned frown, noticing the girl wearing an utter non-expression. The other says, "I'm sure it will be fine. See you, Vena," and steers them out.
Lashan looks... actually, quite a lot better than yesterday. Her nose isn't so swollen, her bruises have faded as if they'd had longer to heal then the ones she left on Guts' wrist and forearm, the stitched up cut is more pink than red, and she just seems to have more energy. When she gets up and goes to the door The Boy and her apprentice - who draws back a little - had come in through, to open it and tell off the eavesdropper for loitering, she doesn't use her cane, though she does still favor one leg.