She'd been raised to believe that courtesy happened to you, given by other people. She didn't expect it now, of course. She was too far away from home, away from where her name held any weight, but that didn't mean she'd started giving it out like smiles, either. She could be nice, of course, but it wasn't something she went out of her way to be. Not like Nel.
Nel wasn't around. She'd gone to see the boss where he was being imprisoned, and would be away for some days. She couldn't go in through a Garganta, so she had to undertake the entire journey like a normal person. It was entirely possible the meeting could be over by the time she got back. It could dag on for a few days, a week or more, with subsequent meetings happening after the main one, but the longer she was away, the more likely it would be that she'd come back to the Palace as it was before they had been playing host to random members of the Clan that usually lived far, far away.
Not that she'd mind if some of them wanted to stick about. Gladio was certainly welcome to stay as long as he wanted and Ignis, if he continued to cook as fabulously as he did, could do the same.
Apache had felt the arrival of somebody else, though. The weird distant ripple of the magic seal breaking and coming back up wasn't something you really started ignoring. It didn't fade into the background noise, either. It was like missing a step doing down a staircase, a funny moment of weirdness that left a feeling of something wrong in the wake of it.
With Nel not there to do the greeting, Apache got up from her place at the kitchen table to take a peek at who it could be. There weren't many left. All Jyllandi, or whatever the politically correct name for people from that continent was, these days.
The woman standing in the hallway, haughty and wearing an expression of disgusted disdain so thick it was a wonder she wasn't just a floating vomiting emoticon, was somebody Apache recognised. Had she not been sure she'd been spotted, she would have gone back into the kitchen and barricaded the door.
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Date: 2019-01-10 10:05 pm (UTC)She'd been raised to believe that courtesy happened to you, given by other people. She didn't expect it now, of course. She was too far away from home, away from where her name held any weight, but that didn't mean she'd started giving it out like smiles, either. She could be nice, of course, but it wasn't something she went out of her way to be. Not like Nel.
Nel wasn't around. She'd gone to see the boss where he was being imprisoned, and would be away for some days. She couldn't go in through a Garganta, so she had to undertake the entire journey like a normal person. It was entirely possible the meeting could be over by the time she got back. It could dag on for a few days, a week or more, with subsequent meetings happening after the main one, but the longer she was away, the more likely it would be that she'd come back to the Palace as it was before they had been playing host to random members of the Clan that usually lived far, far away.
Not that she'd mind if some of them wanted to stick about. Gladio was certainly welcome to stay as long as he wanted and Ignis, if he continued to cook as fabulously as he did, could do the same.
Apache had felt the arrival of somebody else, though. The weird distant ripple of the magic seal breaking and coming back up wasn't something you really started ignoring. It didn't fade into the background noise, either. It was like missing a step doing down a staircase, a funny moment of weirdness that left a feeling of something wrong in the wake of it.
With Nel not there to do the greeting, Apache got up from her place at the kitchen table to take a peek at who it could be. There weren't many left. All Jyllandi, or whatever the politically correct name for people from that continent was, these days.
The woman standing in the hallway, haughty and wearing an expression of disgusted disdain so thick it was a wonder she wasn't just a floating vomiting emoticon, was somebody Apache recognised. Had she not been sure she'd been spotted, she would have gone back into the kitchen and barricaded the door.