A black brow quirked upwards with an inkling of surprise, “Ah, I see! Well, I hope your stay aboard my ship is most informative for you.”
Vhanya rose from her chair and pushed it back into place with a boot, pausing to watch as the contract made its way around the trio.
She lent him a sly grin, “I certainly won’t deny that sentiment.”
Vhanya returned the girl’s gaze, “use any name that you see fit. And I agree with you; it’s best to keep the affairs of your, er, criminal past far from my ship.“
She chuckled, “although, I’m not one to talk about avoiding criminal affairs.“
@-Shade-
@Lacy Duckwing
@_-Captain BRM-_
Tay scratched an unruly sign into the parchment, then stepped back and tossed the pen to the table.
"Handle that well, now," she said, nodding to the contract. "It'll be worth money someday." She leaned toward Jintao, casting him a crippled sort-of look. "If not for only my signature, then for marking the historical moment
Lyra royally screwed up the remainder of her grandiose life. Take a breather, mate." She shook her head in a gentle way. "Don't be the source of issue."
The truth was her mind's instinct much reflected Jintao's, and for that she was sour. He seemed a fine man indeed when his courageous wits were about, but now he lacked utterly in respect. His already cautious ways and been reined in to an even tighter extent. Jintao took the bit with sincere submission and ease.
But then again, perhaps he was right.
Her mind only downgraded him so that she could look taller, Tay knew this full well. Yet he beared an uncanny resemblance to a coward.
Whether cowardice equalled caution was a matter utterly ignored by Tay's over-analyzing brain. His past scarred him. It left him quite frightened. He was a coward to show it, she decided.
Yet without hesitation she saw her own self reflected through this. Whether she displayed the emotions or not, terror had woven it's way into her heart and with every breath the threads tightened and cut. It would overwhelm. She couldn't surpress.
But she could store it up.
She was good at that.
Tay didn't know. It was all too much, and too overwhelming. She'd talk with him. They'd find a time. Jintao wasn't a fool. He wasn't a fool.
If only she could calm her wet palms and rattling heart.
(I... I'm tired. I don't-..
Ahh.
This is going 4,000 different directions, but.. I think that's what I love about Tay.)