02-22-2020, 03:12 AM
The lower half of Vel's face once again disappeared behind her hand and she chewed absently at the tip of a nail, her ears clearly attentive to what Remnii was saying, though her eyes had started to seek out focal points that weren't the priestess's face. Periodically there was a nod--an affirmation that she was hearing what the draenei was saying--and her mouth moved silently as she wordlessly repeated key phrases or questions the other woman asked so that they stuck better in the immediate fore front of her mind.
Periodically the fingers of her other hand tapped on the bench, the tip of her pointer finger tracing an unseen rune in the air just above the wooden planks. She was silent for a pregnant moment, processing, before she honed in on the question that Remnii had asked.
"It's... possible," she offered. "About Uther. Though I... don't know how to... really breach..."
Her words came in extended, measured pauses, as if each word was being carefully analyzed and considered before it was actually given life.
It was never the intention to be lifelong friends.
It was meant to be temporary.
Separate life paths. Distance.
Does that matter anymore?
You're still here.
Vittoria would be much better for this. Clearly.
The thoughts crossed her mind and the mage shook her head in another brief show of agitation.
"I don't know," she said finally, her voice exasperated as she gestured with a hand. "I don't know."
Her fingers twitched again.
"I don't know what I want to actually achieve from it," she said finally. "I don't know if it's even right to ask to achieve anything. Not until we find Arthas and that circumstance is remedied. Truthfully, I don't even know if we have the same definition of... friendship? Or maybe it's too similar. Or maybe there was something I couldn't give. He's said he understands, but I don't know if he does. There were feelings involved, feelings I can't begin to parse. They were illogical. Completely illogical. And I tried to explain that, and I thought we were now fine, but maybe we are not--or there's simply just too many stressors in place to actually make an informed decision about anything at all because Arthas needs to still be found. And now the Dark Iron... which is a situation that yes, should be handled, but I don't know if it's wise that we handle it, but if he insists on handling it would be best if I go simply due to the nature of long-distance travel and the limited avenues that could be pursued otherwise--"
The woman cut herself off from the tangent that had steadily increased in speed, and her blue eyes flicking to Remnii for a moment, before she straightened her posture and shifted her scrolls around the bench.
"...Apologies.... tangent. This is... not an area I'm... adept in..."
Periodically the fingers of her other hand tapped on the bench, the tip of her pointer finger tracing an unseen rune in the air just above the wooden planks. She was silent for a pregnant moment, processing, before she honed in on the question that Remnii had asked.
"It's... possible," she offered. "About Uther. Though I... don't know how to... really breach..."
Her words came in extended, measured pauses, as if each word was being carefully analyzed and considered before it was actually given life.
It was never the intention to be lifelong friends.
It was meant to be temporary.
Separate life paths. Distance.
Does that matter anymore?
You're still here.
Vittoria would be much better for this. Clearly.
The thoughts crossed her mind and the mage shook her head in another brief show of agitation.
"I don't know," she said finally, her voice exasperated as she gestured with a hand. "I don't know."
Her fingers twitched again.
"I don't know what I want to actually achieve from it," she said finally. "I don't know if it's even right to ask to achieve anything. Not until we find Arthas and that circumstance is remedied. Truthfully, I don't even know if we have the same definition of... friendship? Or maybe it's too similar. Or maybe there was something I couldn't give. He's said he understands, but I don't know if he does. There were feelings involved, feelings I can't begin to parse. They were illogical. Completely illogical. And I tried to explain that, and I thought we were now fine, but maybe we are not--or there's simply just too many stressors in place to actually make an informed decision about anything at all because Arthas needs to still be found. And now the Dark Iron... which is a situation that yes, should be handled, but I don't know if it's wise that we handle it, but if he insists on handling it would be best if I go simply due to the nature of long-distance travel and the limited avenues that could be pursued otherwise--"
The woman cut herself off from the tangent that had steadily increased in speed, and her blue eyes flicking to Remnii for a moment, before she straightened her posture and shifted her scrolls around the bench.
"...Apologies.... tangent. This is... not an area I'm... adept in..."