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Joan watched her fellow cohort legionnaire with a bored expression on her face. A clean hand was buried inside the bag of roasted cashews as she tried to find the best one out of the bunch, not that it mattered because, in the end, she would eat all of them. She nodded as he replied to her question, her features only brightening after she did find a nut that was perfectly crescent-shaped just like the moon. Roasted to perfection and salted just right, not too little not too much. The white grains stuck to the snack, shimmering faintly in the light of the Palaestrae.
She mirrored his shrug, a playful smile on her rosy pink lips. "Judging by your expression you’re really happy to see me," she said, a quiet chuckle following shortly after her assessment. Joan pointed a slender finger at him, "I’m sure all the girls would love for you to work out outside so they could watch you build your field fortifications." Once the words left her lips she ran the tip of her finger over them, snatching off some of the salt that got stuck. Her gaze fell on the already half-eaten bag of cashews, slight disappointment hovering over her features.
"I think you’re the only child of Bacchus I know who’s ambitious enough to train and not get drunk all the time," she snorted, her dark eyes wandering from the bag of nuts to her hand. She examined her flawless and clean nails, only glancing up at the boy in front of her after she was done. "Ah, I’m really disappointed," Joan sighed, raising her eyebrows at him. "What’s the use in being gifted to turn water to wine if you waste all your energy on training like a madman and throwing parties I'm not invited to."
Joan watched her fellow cohort legionnaire with a bored expression on her face. A clean hand was buried inside the bag of roasted cashews as she tried to find the best one out of the bunch, not that it mattered because, in the end, she would eat all of them. She nodded as he replied to her question, her features only brightening after she did find a nut that was perfectly crescent-shaped just like the moon. Roasted to perfection and salted just right, not too little not too much. The white grains stuck to the snack, shimmering faintly in the light of the Palaestrae.
She mirrored his shrug, a playful smile on her rosy pink lips. "Judging by your expression you’re really happy to see me," she said, a quiet chuckle following shortly after her assessment. Joan pointed a slender finger at him, "I’m sure all the girls would love for you to work out outside so they could watch you build your field fortifications." Once the words left her lips she ran the tip of her finger over them, snatching off some of the salt that got stuck. Her gaze fell on the already half-eaten bag of cashews, slight disappointment hovering over her features.
"I think you’re the only child of Bacchus I know who’s ambitious enough to train and not get drunk all the time," she snorted, her dark eyes wandering from the bag of nuts to her hand. She examined her flawless and clean nails, only glancing up at the boy in front of her after she was done. "Ah, I’m really disappointed," Joan sighed, raising her eyebrows at him. "What’s the use in being gifted to turn water to wine if you waste all your energy on training like a madman and throwing parties I'm not invited to."
[attr="class","THREAD3TAG"]Nathan Russo
