[Młynar finds himself genuinely surprised by Rinoa’s goodwill. Despite everything, he had only just met her- yet she was already going out of her way to offer help like this. Was she like this for every stranger? Either way, a short nod lets her know that he’s likely going to take her up on the offer for future help.
Then there’s Rinoa’s giggling, wit, and teasing behaviour, which earns yet another sweep of the tail across the ground, which is fierce enough to kick up a small dust cloud from the dirt road. The more he tried to be professional, the more he found himself slipping out of the façade as she keeps on finding little cracks in his armor. Worse yet, no matter how much he tried to hold his composure, his tail gave him away too easily. She was *too* good at this.]
It's not that I can’t eat meat. Some Kuranta elite in Kazimierz eat steak as a show of status, for example. Still, most dislike it- we tend to prefer vegetables. It suits our metabolisms better.
[Part of Mlynar hoped that the novelty of the topic would be enough to distract Rinoa from the fact he had not disclosed what his work was. It wasn’t anything personal- he just viewed his role as a corporate pawn with a certain amount of shame.]
Though you aren’t wrong about the appetites. When we had knight-halls, some of the Kuranta fighters stacked their plates up enough to hide their faces once they sat down. They were a true terror to the cooks, who had to keep them satisfied.
[It’s a nostalgic memory of days long gone. In corporate Kazimierz, knights no longer ate together. They now belonged to their respective companies, and there was no camaraderie or sense of common spaces or community.]
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Then there’s Rinoa’s giggling, wit, and teasing behaviour, which earns yet another sweep of the tail across the ground, which is fierce enough to kick up a small dust cloud from the dirt road. The more he tried to be professional, the more he found himself slipping out of the façade as she keeps on finding little cracks in his armor. Worse yet, no matter how much he tried to hold his composure, his tail gave him away too easily. She was *too* good at this.]
It's not that I can’t eat meat. Some Kuranta elite in Kazimierz eat steak as a show of status, for example. Still, most dislike it- we tend to prefer vegetables. It suits our metabolisms better.
[Part of Mlynar hoped that the novelty of the topic would be enough to distract Rinoa from the fact he had not disclosed what his work was. It wasn’t anything personal- he just viewed his role as a corporate pawn with a certain amount of shame.]
Though you aren’t wrong about the appetites. When we had knight-halls, some of the Kuranta fighters stacked their plates up enough to hide their faces once they sat down. They were a true terror to the cooks, who had to keep them satisfied.
[It’s a nostalgic memory of days long gone. In corporate Kazimierz, knights no longer ate together. They now belonged to their respective companies, and there was no camaraderie or sense of common spaces or community.]