A question of safety

[rogueinladysclothing]

This Winter has been a harsh one, and the Nexus' resident rogue shows signs of it. Where before Amelia had been comfortable enough to walk about the Nexus with relatively few weapons on her person, she now carries her full armory every time she steps out of the inn she currently calls home. For weeks she's been pondering how to tackle a problem on her own. Now she's come to the Forum to seek advice, as anyone who's been here long enough usually does.

"I've had many thoughts and worries relating to the safety of myself and others after certain events in the last several weeks." Her lips draw into a thin line and she crosses her arm in front of her chest. That's enough context for everyone who might answer, surely. "What do you do to feel safe? Or, rather, when your safety is threatened, how do you respond?"

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[betarade_spill]

"Salutations, Amelia Ronsam." The space horse man with the comfortable back has returned at an opportune time to field this question.

"No minor query, doth thou posit." After a pause, he adds, "Flight be helpful..."

[rogueinladysclothing]

An opportune time, indeed. The offer of a flight brings a small smile to her face. "Ahh, but I believe I owe you something first, do I not?"

She reaches into one of her many pouches and pulls out a folded and wax-sealed piece of parchment. "I can't vouch for the recipe personally, but after speaking with many people in the Commercial District, I've been told this is the best recipe for lizard stew that there is to be had in the multiverse. I've also been sworn not to reveal its secrets to anyone but you, hence the sealed nature of the recipe." She holds the recipe out to him with a smile. The rogue certainly took his request seriously, it seems.

[betarade_spill]

Bill still has twelve joints in his three big alien fingers. Sharp claws are only thinly veiled, concealed under his perfectly bleached glove, as he delicately plucks the parchment from her grasp. As ever, his white eyes give away little, but even on his alien face the emotion of being touched must be obvious.

"Verily shalt I make use of this, in haste."

It disappeared somewhere into his armor.

[rogueinladysclothing]

"I hope it's everything it's been promised to be." She smiles all the more then gives a subtle nod toward the sky.

"Does this mean we can go flying again?" She's practically grinning with excitement now.

[betarade_spill]

Canting his head, Bill seemed a little surprised. What about the thing with the threatened and the safety and the hypothetical? Ah, well. Pretty lady wants to go flying.

"...Doth not the briskness perturb thee?"

[rogueinladysclothing]

She does, but Bill being around means a chance at a flight. And they can always multi-task by talking while flying right?

"Not at all. My clothes are made of a wool-blended material - they're quite warm, I assure you." If that smile of hers seems a little overeager, it's because it is. She really likes flying with him.