[These days there's an extra spring in her step. Since meeting and befriending a certain bard she's found herself all but swimming in cheer and chroma, and gods did she not realize how much in need of both she was. It's all been a bit much, hasn't it? Old friends and familiar faces arriving in the city, turning up at the Hearth Fire no less, often with company but sometimes just to say hello. Megumi, Dakki, Nero, all semi-regular faces. It helps to keep the day interesting, passes the time, marks its passage, as well.
The day has only just started and business will be slow for a bit. The prismals she's hired on to cook are prepping the ingredients for the day and making breakfast for some of the staff while she takes stock of supplies, makes sure the tankards that were cleaned the night before have dried and get put back in place behind the bar, checking on the kegs and their stores. The usual. It wasn't entirely uncommon for customers to stop by this early in the day, but it usually came as a low key sort of pleasant surprise. A mug of coffee in one hand Ziva's gaze was angled down towards a ledger sitting on the table when Ardbert walked in, so she didn't see him at first, though she certainly heard him come in. That was signified by the twitch of her ears atop her head despite her focus being on her task. Had she not been in the middle of taking a drag from the mug in her hand she would have spoken in greeting. Instead it was when he spoke up that she realized his voice was familiar, but it was when those sea green eyes deigned to lift from the page that he really caught her attention... mid-sip.
Yeahhh.... this is going to be EXACTLY what it sounds like. One dramatic, shocked spit take later and Ziva's mouth was hanging slightly agape, eyes wide and mug thunking heavily down onto the table.]
Excuse me, what?! You REMEMBER me?!
[In hindsight she MIGHT recall a similar exchange the first time he'd appeared to her on the First, but not right now. With precious little thought she scrubbed her face with the back of her arm, hurrying up out of her seat to cross the distance between them, only to slow her pace once she was near enough to look him over. On closer inspection he was missing the glow that she had seen him with back on the First, had become so accustomed to. He was still in the armor that he'd been wearing on the First, though, so... a new arrival? But- but how did that WORK? Their souls- and...
Oh, gods...! She didn't know how to handle it. This was the first time that someone had RECOGNIZED her from home. She'd gotten so used to the disappointment that she'd come to expect it. She wasn't bitter, truly, there were others who shared a similar situation. She always welcomed familiar faces with the same earnestness that she would had they shared a past, but there was decidedly more joy in this reunion, in being known and not being seen as an other of a sort. She hadn't even realized how much of an outsider she felt until now.
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The day has only just started and business will be slow for a bit. The prismals she's hired on to cook are prepping the ingredients for the day and making breakfast for some of the staff while she takes stock of supplies, makes sure the tankards that were cleaned the night before have dried and get put back in place behind the bar, checking on the kegs and their stores. The usual. It wasn't entirely uncommon for customers to stop by this early in the day, but it usually came as a low key sort of pleasant surprise. A mug of coffee in one hand Ziva's gaze was angled down towards a ledger sitting on the table when Ardbert walked in, so she didn't see him at first, though she certainly heard him come in. That was signified by the twitch of her ears atop her head despite her focus being on her task. Had she not been in the middle of taking a drag from the mug in her hand she would have spoken in greeting. Instead it was when he spoke up that she realized his voice was familiar, but it was when those sea green eyes deigned to lift from the page that he really caught her attention... mid-sip.
Yeahhh.... this is going to be EXACTLY what it sounds like. One dramatic, shocked spit take later and Ziva's mouth was hanging slightly agape, eyes wide and mug thunking heavily down onto the table.]
Excuse me, what?! You REMEMBER me?!
[In hindsight she MIGHT recall a similar exchange the first time he'd appeared to her on the First, but not right now. With precious little thought she scrubbed her face with the back of her arm, hurrying up out of her seat to cross the distance between them, only to slow her pace once she was near enough to look him over. On closer inspection he was missing the glow that she had seen him with back on the First, had become so accustomed to. He was still in the armor that he'd been wearing on the First, though, so... a new arrival? But- but how did that WORK? Their souls- and...
Oh, gods...! She didn't know how to handle it. This was the first time that someone had RECOGNIZED her from home. She'd gotten so used to the disappointment that she'd come to expect it. She wasn't bitter, truly, there were others who shared a similar situation. She always welcomed familiar faces with the same earnestness that she would had they shared a past, but there was decidedly more joy in this reunion, in being known and not being seen as an other of a sort. She hadn't even realized how much of an outsider she felt until now.
Give her a moment.]