[Edel PRP] - Fresh Faces (Two/Glyph)

[Vesale]

A small form made its way across the Pantheon grounds. Her head down, Two moved to one of the many fruit trees that were located in the area. Nashwa had given her a task, the first one she'd been given since she came to this place, to fetch some fruit for her to make a dessert. Two had nodded and set out with an empty basket, determined to do the job efficiently, just as she would have before. It certainly made the elf feel more comfortable, finally she had someone tell her what to do. She wasn't used to all this free thinking and speech. She was still trying to get used to all that.

Finally she came to rest at a lemon tree, bearing the fruit that had been specified by the Katta. The elf set to work on plucking them one by one and placing them in the basket, hoping to fill it in a timely manner, so that she could show the others that she could be useful, and perhaps that would lead them to tell her what to do more often.

[SkieBorne]

Glyph had been napping nearby, enjoying the scent of the orchard as the fruit ripened and filled the air with sweet scents. With as terrible a sweet as Glyph had, such a time of perfumed airs made him quite happy. The soft rustle of a basket being dropped into the grass the the sway of branches drew him out of his doze, lavender eyes blinking open to scan the vicinity.

When he spotted Two, he gave a smile. Many had been harvesting recently, to eat, to preserve, to make into sweets... the last, of course, was his favourite use of them. Rising, Forest padded towards the elf, a friendly smile on his face, "Lemons, hrm? I prefer oranges myself, if I eat citrus. Or lime. Do you need help?" She had an awfully large basket... once full it'd be fairly heavy.

[Vesale]

The elf woman gave a jump backwards, startled by the approach and sound of another. Thankfully she had not knocked any of the fruit from the basket in her shock. It would have been terribly embarrassing to return to the home of those who had been gracious to her with spoiled fruit.

Two turned to face the newcomer, glancing up at him briefly before glancing down at the ground, her old habits still not broken. The only ones she should look in the eye were like her, slaves. All others she had to defer too. Still, she wasn't as bad as she had been. Rio and the inhabitants of his domain were seeing to that.

At his offer to help Two shook her head. "It is okay," she replied, stubbornly yet politely at the same time, if it were possible to do so, she did not want to offend. "I have been given this task, and it is a task I shall carry out." She wanted to show the others that she could be of use, that she could serve. And what use was a servant that had to rely on others to aid them?

[SkieBorne]

He blinked at her response, holding a hand out to catch if she stumbled, and made an apologetic face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..." Then she denied his offer completely and Forest frowned a little, confused. Was she shy? He didn't get that vibe - her answer was too direct.

"If you're sure..." Looking up at the tree, he made a thoughtful sound, "I haven't met you before. What's your name? I'm Glyph. Planning on making a pie with the fruit?" His voice carried a curious undertone, almost hopeful.

[Vesale]

She listened to his introduction, but still did not make eye contact, her face angled down towards the ground. Years of training and discipline couldn't be changed in a matter of days, no matter how hard the others tried.

"I am unit 24938B." She nodded, indicating to the mark and code on her arm.

"Though most here call me Two," she finished, not sure if he wanted to know what others called her.

She looked down at the basket of fruit. She hadn't asked what they might be for when she had been sent to collect the lemons, though now the other brought it up she did wonder. "I do no know. Perhaps a cake, perhaps jam."

It wasn't for her to decide anyway, she would make with them what she was told to make.

[SkieBorne]

His gaze slid over to the tattoos indicating her unit number and sighed. He'd never been very good with technology, or the products of technology - there were rhythms and patterns there that ran against the grain for him. Was he some product of a test tube then? She would be the first he'd met, if that were the case.

Still, her subservient attitude was odd... those who stayed at the pantheon for any length of time generally developed a sort of 'immunity' to speaking with the gods, but again, she didn't seem starstruck either. "Well met Two." He answered at last, offering a broad smile, "Who're you taking it too? I'm a fan of jam, and pie too, actually." He scratched behind one ear, a silly smile making him seem slightly embarrassed - if he could mooch some lemon sweets, that would be delightful even if they weren't oranges.

[Vesale]

"They are for Sarka. I assume she means to cook something for Rio." She nodded and continued to pick the lemons, not tempted by them herself. It would be food for her master, not for her, and she didn't want to take something that was meant for him.

"I am sure Rio would not mind sharing with you." She said. She could tell he was not like she, a servant of another, there was something about him that made him seem more of an equal to Rio himself. Perhaps he was a god too, though she knew she should not ask. A good servant does as they're told. But the others had told her she was allowed to ask questions... it just made her uncomfortable.

[SkieBorne]

"Rio, hn? I should say hello to Love, actually." He looked thoughtful for a moment and smiled, reaching to select a lemon, "Would you mind terribly if I accompanied you?" SHe seemed a factual sort, quiet and efficient.

Idly, he paused as he looked over one of the fruit and winked as he willed it to ripen just a little bit more before picking. "Have you been at the Pantheon long?"

[Vesale]

So they knew each other then. That was good. Two would have hated it if a stranger had followed her home, or worse, an enemy of her master.

"I don't mind," she said with a nod and a slightly confused look. Why did it matter what she thought? The people of this realm were strange.

The elf watched with secreted interest as he interacted with the fruit. Since coming here she'd become more observant of the world around her. Though she still liked being treated and acting like a servant, which meant she didn't ask many questions.

"It has been some time, I think." To be honest the time had sort of blurred for Two. She couldn't really put an exact amount of time on it, just that it felt it had been a while.

[SkieBorne]

"Thank-you," He replied with a smile, tilting his head to regard her momentarily, then, quiet and observant. Two's admission made him nod - he couldn't blame her - it was hard, sometimes, to track the passage of time without stars, sun, or moon.

He quirked a grin at her interest and held the lemon out for her, "Tell me, do you accept gifts then, if given freely? "

[Vesale]

Two looked at the lemon as if it were some strange object she had never seen before. A gift? Notions like that were unheard of back where she had come from, and though the others tried to get her to take things from them, they were more necessities, things she needed to do her job, than gifts. But here was the branch mantled man, offering her lemon.

She didn't want to upset him by resending the fruit, but she didn't want to take it either, the thought of a gift made her uncomfortable. The practices that were done here were certainly different than back home.

"It is not... common practice where I am from, to give the servant gifts." Not common... try an unheard of thing. But she didn't want to make him uneasy, as the others had been when they'd observed more of her mannerisms.

In the end she decided she would take it, "Thank you," she said, taking the yellow fruit from him and placing it in the basket. Perhaps it might end up in whatever was going to be made.

[SkieBorne]

He nodded when she spoke finally, her obvious discomfort worried him and made him wonder about where she came from. "It's alright, it's fruit. A gift from Forest." Glyph winked, hoping that that might soothe her.

When she took it, he was most relieved and flashed a winsome smile, "You're most welcome my friend! One day would you tell me about where you came from? You've piqued my curiosity."

[Vesale]

Even if it was a gift from Forest, the elf still wasn't sure what to think of it. This was an odd place, where people definitely weren't treated the same. Two still wasn't used to that.

Where she came from? A question she was not expecting. "I came from a ship." She nodded, a slight hint of confusion on her face. Didn't he know where slaves like her come from?

But for now, Two thought she really ought to be getting back to Nashwa and the others, after all, if they were going to cook something for desert then it would have to be done soon otherwise it would not bake in time. "I need to return, but you are free to visit Rio if you wish."

The elf gave a bow before turning and walking off to Rio's rooms.