talentsgirl | [ Voice, Action ] "You lost today, kid. But that doesn't mean you have to like it."

[Molly debated, but in the end, didn't lock this post from Harry. It was as good as a note slipped under his door, really.]

Hey, Luceti, here's a crazy question. Does anyone know the best path up to the mountains? I hear there's a lake up there I'd like to see. And does the Welcome Center keep those really good maps in stock, the ones that are a bit more in detail than the one in the journal?

And here's a slightly less crazy question - if there's anyone feel like filling in an inquiring mind and have a chat over a cold one, I'd love to know some more about these missions everyone keeps going on. Even if it was about the more recent one, or about one of the ones we can sign up for, there's nothing like first hand experience. I'll be in the Good Spirits from 1-3 if there's any takers.

[And that is exactly where she will be, sitting at the bar or on one of the tables, looking friendly over a cold one... which will originally be an iced tea. She may upgrade, depending on the conversation and the conversate-ee.

After her time in the Good Spirits, hopefully chatting with friendly, informative folk and if not spent poured over a very old-looking book and a village map (hopefully someone will help her get her hands on one of the Nami editions), she'll head to the Item Shop and finish picking out her camping gear. After being exposed to some serious bad news magic, she hasn't been quite herself. And this dusty old book and a remembered conversation with Shiro once upon a time has given her an idea.]

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...well, that was a fair question, really. A bit unexpected and blunt, but fair.

"First..." she said, darting a gaze at his eyes and smiling a little sadly, "dates aren't things you win. They're just things you ask for, and if it's the right time, or the right person, then they're something that's given."

She shook her head, "And this isn't the right time for me. Not for anything serious."

...Ah. Sharpe didn't bother to hide his disappointment. But he did try to soothe his own bruised pride: easy come, easy go -- you gave it a shot, Sharpe.

He wrapped his fingers around his glass. The Major knew better than to push a proposition any further. He could've told her unequivocally that he didn't need anything serious. He'd take what she'd give him, but...

"I...understand, lass."

But if she wanted him, he thought, she wouldn't have answered this thusly.

Do you?

She glanced down at her drink and wished it was stronger.

"If you want to make polite excuses, we can skip that part. You can just go."

She thought better of him, but... hearing a rejection is never easy.

Was she dismissing him? This, he thought, was her right. The social cue. The lovely woman who graciously allowed the unchosen to leave with his dignity intact. It was enough to help him smile.

"You're a good lass, Molly. Too good to a clumsy-tongued man."

He tapped her maps. "Take care of yourself. Give us a shout if you need aught."

...well. Would it have been so hard to give the man a date, Molly Carpenter?

No. But it would have been wrong.

She felt a brief sweep of shame. He was a good man, and she'd have liked to be his friend... and if things were different...

Well. They weren't.

She lifted her clear gaze to him, sad and soft. "Thank you, Richard. Maybe I'll see you when I get back."

[ Voice, Action ] "You lost today, kid. But that doesn't mean you have to like it."

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