Payments and trades, not owing debt. Even before the incident last month, Gaia had the same attitude. Maybe for different reasons but she found it important not to be given overt charity.
But besides their arrangement, she'd be willing to call her relationship with D a friendship. More than acquaintances surely at this point.
Equine shapes tend to be monsters where she comes from and there's rarely anything in Trench that's disabused her of this notion. So even if she's seen D's new steed before now, there's a sense of alertness when she emerges from the house at the sound of the rider's approach and subsequent attempt to stop.
She's still herself, really. A smile, wry but still friendly expression, crossed arms and waiting until D has the steed under control. She still looks haggard from the prior month's events. Psychometry, the nightmare demon-Beast, judging the Paleblood competition. It'd taken its toll and while she'd escaped death, there'd been plenty of need to catch up on her health.
It'd taken a while before she'd felt it was safe to sleep. If she was more reserved it might be overlooked. If her appetite hadn't been the greatest, that could be accounted for. Even unusual sleeping patterns? Sure. It's not like she avoided the sun. In a way it'd become even more appealing to sleep while basking in its glowing warmth.
But those are problems to be addressed over time. For now she raises a hand and approaches D.
"It's been a while!" He'd not been stopping by so much, but that's okay; she knows he's become occupied with the idea of that forward base. Or would it be a shelter? Maybe both. She'll be joining in soon, now that she's on the mend.
Gaia's attention is drawn to the overly large beetle shell. It's certainly very obvious. "Are you coming to stay the evening or just for a visit? And what is that you have?"
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But besides their arrangement, she'd be willing to call her relationship with D a friendship. More than acquaintances surely at this point.
Equine shapes tend to be monsters where she comes from and there's rarely anything in Trench that's disabused her of this notion. So even if she's seen D's new steed before now, there's a sense of alertness when she emerges from the house at the sound of the rider's approach and subsequent attempt to stop.
She's still herself, really. A smile, wry but still friendly expression, crossed arms and waiting until D has the steed under control. She still looks haggard from the prior month's events. Psychometry, the nightmare demon-Beast, judging the Paleblood competition. It'd taken its toll and while she'd escaped death, there'd been plenty of need to catch up on her health.
It'd taken a while before she'd felt it was safe to sleep. If she was more reserved it might be overlooked. If her appetite hadn't been the greatest, that could be accounted for. Even unusual sleeping patterns? Sure. It's not like she avoided the sun. In a way it'd become even more appealing to sleep while basking in its glowing warmth.
But those are problems to be addressed over time. For now she raises a hand and approaches D.
"It's been a while!" He'd not been stopping by so much, but that's okay; she knows he's become occupied with the idea of that forward base. Or would it be a shelter? Maybe both. She'll be joining in soon, now that she's on the mend.
Gaia's attention is drawn to the overly large beetle shell. It's certainly very obvious. "Are you coming to stay the evening or just for a visit? And what is that you have?"