RP Log with Jillia [In Progress]

[dragonstaff]

Who: Jillia and Frey
When: Sometime after his fight with Euram and Jillia's return
Where: The beach, sunset!
Warnings: Beware the emo >_> other than that, none for now. :)

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[blights]

Ever since she returned from Highland, she remained disappointed and pathetic to a point to where she hadn't told Luca she returned. If anyone was more disappointed to return to see her old home ravished, it was Jillia. Now that she was back in Budehuc, she could finally stop thinking about the whole situation and try to relax.

It's not like Jowy was here, she felt a sensation through her nose and into her eyes but she hitched her breath and stopped herself. Jowy saw her as nothing more than a pawn.

She thought of dancing with him, but stopped herself.

In her demure, feminine way she walked in a direction towards once of her favourite places and saw someone sitting there.

Sigh.While she didn't really want to think about things, her mind decided that she could talk to the person there as he'd likely to approach her anyhow. The beautiful, but sad girl, approached him from the side and lowered her blue eyes to fixate on the words written in the sad and the man, who was probably near her age, sitting there

[dragonstaff]

Normally, he would have heard someone else coming. But normally he wasn't so wrapped up in his own thoughts. Frey looked up slowly from the names, to see a dark haired young lady. The way the light was catching her was striking enough that even he, normally fairly oblivious, noticed she was beautiful. It almost reminded him of the way Zerase had been beautiful, though she had been so intimidating it was hard to see her beauty

[blights]

Jillia quickly averted her blue eyes so they weren't so obviously placed on his face when he turned. The black haired girl was one who suffered silently, never opening her mouth to her issues and accepting what was left of her life, pretending it didn't mean much to anyone but her.

So she wouldn't seem intimidating, not that she was, she lowered herself so she was beside him so they were closer but she didn't sit on the ground. A proper lady never set on the ground like a dirty bum, she rested her hands on her knees and leaned forward a little. Tucking her dress beneath her a little, she set on her side with her legs folded.

"O-Oh, things here and there. I assure you, I do not want to burden you." She lowered her eyes a little more, keeping them from his face completely. "What is your name?"

[dragonstaff]

His vision was blurry enough he didn't notice; but he did notice that she didn't seem to want to look at him at first. He shrugged it off, assuming she was looking at his writing.

Frey waited until she was seated... feeling like he should have stood up. She had a presence about her that said her upbringing was not common. "Ah... forgive me for prying." He tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out by her clothes where she might be from. ... he honestly had no idea.

"Freyjadour Falenas... Frey, for short. May I ask what yours is?"