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t Desrick’s explanation, Rossarinya slightly moved in her seat, adjusting herself once more as she listened. However, realising that her question perhaps was too personal or even one of preference, Rossarinya’s cheeks heated once more as she mentally scolded herself for the not so brilliant remark and not being able to hold her tongue. It was foolish on her part. Although it seemed as if Desrick hadn’t taken offense to her words, Desrick’s concern if it bothered her made her feel small or even guilty for causing him worry. But, at Falsedge’s comment, Rossarinya couldn’t help tilt her head towards her in amusement. In thought, Rossarinya answered the war djinn first, ”It does sound better to call them as such than savage beast. However,” she paused for a moment before directing her word towards Desrick, ”it doesn’t bother me but rather I wondered how different or similar the culture was from one place to another. But, perhaps, being sheltered and being watched so often had caused me to be ignorant of the world. It’s one . . reason of why I wanted to see Cyndara for myself. Have I made you uncomfortable?” Rossarinya inquired sincerely before her eyes glanced briefly once more at James Wolke the Brynson soldier. What of his story and alliance? His opinion of Cyndara and Cyndarans? It was only when the slight glimmer of his earrings did Rossarinya look away as she listened to Lord Aedan explain the wilds of the land Noend. However, Rossarinya was impressed to hear that orcs, especially Desrick had a knack for navigating through the forest, but, remembered he was the one that helped them travel through the mist and to the village. It was quite an adventure and Rossarinya couldn’t help but glance down at the wound she had prior to arriving to the village from the small misunderstanding and encounter. Staring at her thigh for a moment, seeing the torn silk and the herb that settled, Rossarinya couldn’t help but let out a small smile as she couldn’t wait to clean herself up from the state she was in. It was terrible manners and she knew if her mother saw her, she would have had a heart attack. However, as Rossarinya looked away from her wound, her eyes landed on Song for a moment as well, seeing the scar in her face much clearer than before.
Nevertheless, despite how much Rossarinya was curious, it was rude to stare and she turned to bring her attention to her goblet once more. She knew that no matter how much the people of Cyndara regarded peace with the utmost highest regard and idea of living, Rossarinya couldn’t help but find Cyndara a bit of a utopia, a dreamland that she knew she should wake up from. Although there are dark and wild things in the midst of Cyndara, Rossarinya couldn’t help but find it all too fascinating as she comprehended her arrival in such a place. All she knew was pretentiousness and that most people only looked out for themselves, betraying each other for power, and sorting through the benefits of ones own desires through underhanded means and manipulation. It was hard for Rossarinya to believe there was a place that loved unity and was all welcoming and filled with warmth. Under Summena’s harsh light and gaze, it was filled with traitorous acts behind the beauty of the veil. Her heart only slightly ached more when Ora mentioned the prejudice. It wasn’t just races against each other, it was also within themselves. But, at Falsedge’s comment to use the orcs as guards in case something were to happen in Cyndara, Rossarinya couldn’t help but full heartedly agree. Whether Cyndarans wanted peace in their own land, the fact remains that one should still be prepared for anything, especially potential threats that could end if not one, but both civilisations.
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