>>6115919>I'd still playthanks senpai
>>6115023Still feeling a little out of it from Rubida’s revelation about her supposed… skills, you put on a set of proper clothing and make sure to cover your hair with the hood, hiding them from sight. Rubida instead dresses in a new long white dress that highlights her status… and does hug her hips quite closely.
With echoes of Willow’s offer of a kiss, you try to collect your wits and follow her into town.
“Something bothering you again? We did leave enough of a breakfast for the other two, didn’t we? Do you want to see if we can find some other kind of pastry or fruit to bring them?”
“Uh, no it’s fine. I think Soralisa will be fine. And Salicera as well, she’s a big girl.”
“Isn’t that true,” Rubida smirks, sending a glance to your chest, which you promptly ignore.
Once you leave the temporary residence offered to Knights, the rest of the small town opens up to you. It’s a quaint, well-kept place, as every other settlement you have seen since coming here. People look healthy, well-fed and they are dressing nicely. You notice how even the farmer and the dock-worker, the tanner and the librarian all seem to have something to say to each other, some kind word to share. Even the cows, sheep and dogs filling the streets seem more well-behaved than they would have been back in your homeland.
“They will like it here,” you sigh, brushing your fingers against a wooden rail, enjoying even the green leaves of the weed seem to grow so easily. There is a certain laziness to Madua, like the entire country was a huge slumbering cat, its talons kept well-hidden… at least while it is asleep.
You are one of those talons.
“Your family?” Rubida asks, a quizzical look in her blue eyes. “If you think so. I’m sure being closer to the sea may make you feel more welcomed, but my offer stands.”
“Oh, no, I just meant the country as a whole. Hm, I can’t even send them letters too often. Not even sure they would reach them, in the Landing Strip. But I’m sure they would love to work in your vineyard.”
“It’s not my vineyard, Candente, it’s let to us to administrate and keep,” she shrugs. “So that is what you plan to do once all this is over? Just retire and get used to some sweaty manual work under the sun?” A curious grin spreads on her lips. “Because I could get used to the idea of watching you and your family working for the better glory of Ansàrra while I enjoy the view…”
Rubida keeps being thirsty. for wine?[cont.]
