as written by SerinaBloom and Ginafien
"Fine thats fair."
Crista finished her meal and then paid John what he asked for.
John nodded his thanks.
"feel free to ask me questions, lass, i'm an open book."
Crista sighed a face John.
"I'd like to ask where you came from. You've only come here recently haven't you? Where were you before?"
"Pass"
John said without hesitation, although he had just said he was an open book he wasn't willing to talk bout where he had come from.
Crista raised a brow. He said he was an open book but I suppose everyone was entitled to their secrets.
"Fine, then...how about family. Do you have any?"
"I grew up an only child and my parents were killed when f was fifteen."
"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that."
"it's fine, it was a long time ago and eventually i've moved on."
Although John said this, there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
Crista nodded.
"I understand."
Crista herself had never known her parents. Before being taken and recruited by the Monastic Order as a paladin Crista had been living on the streets as an orphan.
"any other questions?"
John asked politely.
"What else do you do besides working here in the forge?"
"Not much really, I try my best to work just to keep out of trouble, of course i leave to buy groceries and a bottle of whiskey every so often."
"Oh, you drink."
"Occasionally, maybe a glass every two weeks. Some say rye is good for the health."
John said the last part with a smirk.
"I suppose some would say that."
"What about you? where do you hail from?"
"I don't know. Lutetia is all I've ever known."
John nodded and smiled softly.
"I guess all we both have at the moment is this city."
Crista gave a small smile.
"I guess so."
There was a crackling sound and then a voice calling for Crista from outside.
"Oh...thats my radio."
John sighed and nodded.
"Thank ya for the visit, the supplies are in a box on the counter, have a great day lass."
He seemed a bit morose at the fact that she would have to be leaving.
Crista nodded and went back into the shop, taking the crate with the materials inside.
"It's was nice talking to you John. I'll be by again."
With that John's face brightened.
"I'll have something better than soup nd tea when ya come around next time."
Crista smiled a bit more this time, giving off a bit of warmth.
"That sounds nice."
Crista loaded the crate onto the back of the large motorcycle before mounting it.
"I'll see you soon."
The engine roared to life and Crista was off, far down the street in seconds.
John sighed as he watched her departure. Unsure if she felt it, but even just having met her recently, he felt deeply for her.
"Fine thats fair."
Crista finished her meal and then paid John what he asked for.
John nodded his thanks.
"feel free to ask me questions, lass, i'm an open book."
Crista sighed a face John.
"I'd like to ask where you came from. You've only come here recently haven't you? Where were you before?"
"Pass"
John said without hesitation, although he had just said he was an open book he wasn't willing to talk bout where he had come from.
Crista raised a brow. He said he was an open book but I suppose everyone was entitled to their secrets.
"Fine, then...how about family. Do you have any?"
"I grew up an only child and my parents were killed when f was fifteen."
"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that."
"it's fine, it was a long time ago and eventually i've moved on."
Although John said this, there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
Crista nodded.
"I understand."
Crista herself had never known her parents. Before being taken and recruited by the Monastic Order as a paladin Crista had been living on the streets as an orphan.
"any other questions?"
John asked politely.
"What else do you do besides working here in the forge?"
"Not much really, I try my best to work just to keep out of trouble, of course i leave to buy groceries and a bottle of whiskey every so often."
"Oh, you drink."
"Occasionally, maybe a glass every two weeks. Some say rye is good for the health."
John said the last part with a smirk.
"I suppose some would say that."
"What about you? where do you hail from?"
"I don't know. Lutetia is all I've ever known."
John nodded and smiled softly.
"I guess all we both have at the moment is this city."
Crista gave a small smile.
"I guess so."
There was a crackling sound and then a voice calling for Crista from outside.
"Oh...thats my radio."
John sighed and nodded.
"Thank ya for the visit, the supplies are in a box on the counter, have a great day lass."
He seemed a bit morose at the fact that she would have to be leaving.
Crista nodded and went back into the shop, taking the crate with the materials inside.
"It's was nice talking to you John. I'll be by again."
With that John's face brightened.
"I'll have something better than soup nd tea when ya come around next time."
Crista smiled a bit more this time, giving off a bit of warmth.
"That sounds nice."
Crista loaded the crate onto the back of the large motorcycle before mounting it.
"I'll see you soon."
The engine roared to life and Crista was off, far down the street in seconds.
John sighed as he watched her departure. Unsure if she felt it, but even just having met her recently, he felt deeply for her.