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Posted on October 8, 2014 at 01:09:10 AM by birch

For all that his invitation seemed to be of the neighborly sort, his expression didn't change much from vaguely annoyed and rather grumpy as Birch settled nearby and set to work on her papers. It didn't bother her much, though. She'd spent years amongst stoic warriors, and had been one herself until Shaman broke through her barriers and stole her heart, so she was used to companionable, albeit slightly grouchy, silences. She set to work, peeking at her surroundings and, yes, at the man himself, as discreetly as she could. Curiosity was an indulgence Birch normally tried not to take part in too often, but something about this man made her eager to learn more. Maybe it was the attitude. Having at last wrestled her paperwork from Rochambeau, she replaced it with a shiny ball (she'd taken to carrying such toys around in her pockets for just such occasions). He settled down, content to gnaw on it and sprawl across her feet like a soft, warm blanket.

Her question seemed simple enough - if they were going to be neighbors and she was lounging in his front room, it seemed the sort of neutral information she should have - but his scowl only deepened. Birch was starting to get the feeling that his scowls all had a different meaning, not unlike her newest guard, the indentured Rohmarr, who could convey any number of emotions with just a subtle twitch of his lips.

"Nice to meet you, Jacopo," Birch said, more for an excuse to try out his unfamiliar name than anything. She succeeded pretty well, she thought, though not with the comfort that someone familiar with his language would have had. Her brow flicked, pale green eyes lifting to meet his, as he ticked off the languages he could read. She'd become used to people who spoke multiple languages during her time in Shaman, it seemed most people had at least two under their belt by the time they reached adulthood, but could only speak Common and her native tongue herself. "Impressive," she said, and meant it. "I only speak English, we called it Common back home, and my native tongue. Not too many Fyren about, though, so it's not very handy."

Though she was a rather prideful beast under most circumstances, she was feeling rather desperate and was trying to come up with something she could use to bribe him into helping her when he'd held out his hand to take the paper. Grateful for his help, she offered him a friendly grin as she handed over the paperwork, their hands brushing as she did. Birch was normally a bit more private than this, but since the paperwork held nothing more than basic assessments of the guards (or so she'd been told), she wasn't too concerned about him reading it, and she really did need the help. She craned her head, scooting over a bit to look at the text with him.

"I'm pretty sure this one says 'Rohmarr' and this one..." Birch cocked her head, eyes narrowing as she focused in on the paper. "I think that says Flynn, he's the other guard captain."

She glanced up, leaning back again when she noticed how close her face was to his, at his question. She nodded and smiled, ignoring the prickle of awareness running down her spine as best she could. "Yes, I've been working at the castle since my charge and I arrived a little over a year or so now. I've only been a captain, oh..." Birch pretended to think it over, grinning after a moment. "A few hours now." It was closer to a few days, really, but they'd flown by so quickly it seemed like only yesterday she'd been called into her superior's office - fully expecting to be in trouble for something Roch had done - only to discover she'd been promoted.


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