12-11-2016, 05:46 AM
The awkward pause wasn't lost on Nashota -- she simply didn't care enough to address it. It seemed they were, at the very least, on the same page, though as Riesig easily moved passed it. At his mumbled words, whispered in feigned secrecy, she snorted. "If I have to step back into that crowd, I might shiv every last one of them for spite." Her skin was bristling the strange sensitivity it usually had. It wasn't anything that was caused by any sort of power or object. It was simply her adverse aversion to being touched. The urge to shake herself was nearly overwhelming -- but she recalled that she wasn't in her wolf form, and that motion would look strange and pointless in her human skin.
Disappointment welled up for a moment, and she growled low in her throat, giving little care to whether or not Riesig heard it. She at least gave the recognition of nodding at his words instead of hearing them and not reacting at all. Part of her realized that was rude. Most of her didn't give a shit. That being said, his words brought the realization that he was likely right. The harbor was hardly a formal place, and she probably could have asked anyone instead of trying to be discreet about needing money.
She was reluctant to go back into farm work, but in all honesty, it was a good way to keep her strength without having to spend too much extra time exercising. "I'm more accustomed to farm work," she began, "but I'm a quick learner. Prone to decking rude customers. Doesn't play well with others." Probably exactly why she couldn't get a steady job. Punching customers wasn't exactly a desired trait in an employee. The sleeveless tee she wore didn't block much of the breeze coming off the harbor, and as she scanned her surroundings again, more out of habit than any actual worry, she sighed.
Disappointment welled up for a moment, and she growled low in her throat, giving little care to whether or not Riesig heard it. She at least gave the recognition of nodding at his words instead of hearing them and not reacting at all. Part of her realized that was rude. Most of her didn't give a shit. That being said, his words brought the realization that he was likely right. The harbor was hardly a formal place, and she probably could have asked anyone instead of trying to be discreet about needing money.
She was reluctant to go back into farm work, but in all honesty, it was a good way to keep her strength without having to spend too much extra time exercising. "I'm more accustomed to farm work," she began, "but I'm a quick learner. Prone to decking rude customers. Doesn't play well with others." Probably exactly why she couldn't get a steady job. Punching customers wasn't exactly a desired trait in an employee. The sleeveless tee she wore didn't block much of the breeze coming off the harbor, and as she scanned her surroundings again, more out of habit than any actual worry, she sighed.