08-12-2018, 02:16 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Brow furrowed in what might only be deemed annoyance, the song of bell rising about her, a swell of sound enough to break her concentration. Upon the wood her blade jumps, a grumbled sound parting her lips as she assess the damage done, forced to abandoned her project for there is little to be done in repair work. For a time it had become merely apart of life to hear the bell call to them all, ringing out across the island, beckoning them to join the one who awaited audience, yet time had worn away the need for it until it became almost rare. In truth she hated the sound of it though it seemed half a song, lilting and bright was it, trailing into a soft ring her head detested for it lodged within, brushing along her temples with a feather-light touch.
With her current project left in such a state there was little for Aita to do than stow both fragment of wood and knives within her satchel, easily thrown about shoulder and chest, before her movements are drawing her through the jungle. It is a path she has walked many times for she has come to make it a point to greet as many as she can, to put names to each face for it grows easier to offer some semblance of care, even if such is merely fabricated in most situations, when she is tasked with caring for them.
Dark eyes are touched with annoyance, if not a flicker of outright anger, as they touch upon the familiar golden body of one she deemed family – poison was the word when it was within regards to him – a faint groan rising from between her teeth. Though blood was shared between the pair it had become apparent the two shared a similar disposition, caring little for the other. “Goldie,” strange was the worry which touched her tone, a frown curling her lips as she watched the Reaver once more about her work though she had been instructed to rest. It seemed not to matter who of the medical team tried to get her to stop for even five minutes something always came up which drew her away, fulfilling some need Aita might never come to understand completely.
More lingered upon her tongue and it proved a great struggle to force the words back for this was no place to speak of such, instead her attention shifting, touching upon the stranger. “Ya got a name? An if ya joinin our merry crew welcam, ignore the chucklefucks,” - with this Aita gestured towards the two men present - “enjoy ya stay in Typhoon land, were da fun never ends.”
With her current project left in such a state there was little for Aita to do than stow both fragment of wood and knives within her satchel, easily thrown about shoulder and chest, before her movements are drawing her through the jungle. It is a path she has walked many times for she has come to make it a point to greet as many as she can, to put names to each face for it grows easier to offer some semblance of care, even if such is merely fabricated in most situations, when she is tasked with caring for them.
Dark eyes are touched with annoyance, if not a flicker of outright anger, as they touch upon the familiar golden body of one she deemed family – poison was the word when it was within regards to him – a faint groan rising from between her teeth. Though blood was shared between the pair it had become apparent the two shared a similar disposition, caring little for the other. “Goldie,” strange was the worry which touched her tone, a frown curling her lips as she watched the Reaver once more about her work though she had been instructed to rest. It seemed not to matter who of the medical team tried to get her to stop for even five minutes something always came up which drew her away, fulfilling some need Aita might never come to understand completely.
More lingered upon her tongue and it proved a great struggle to force the words back for this was no place to speak of such, instead her attention shifting, touching upon the stranger. “Ya got a name? An if ya joinin our merry crew welcam, ignore the chucklefucks,” - with this Aita gestured towards the two men present - “enjoy ya stay in Typhoon land, were da fun never ends.”