12-06-2021, 12:46 PM
There are no hello's between them, a thing that would be a waste of breath anyway. They converse much like they have never stopped conversing, which in some sense is not entirely false. Over the years, Rezza has begun to feel more like an extension of the Queen than her own entity, which was perhaps not worst thing to have happened. Certainly not the worst thing she has seen or experienced, but she finds that it makes her life easier. Baltia comes first. It must. Rezza has barely spared a thought for her own daughter, though she would whenever her duties were taken care of. Sometimes it tugged at her just slightly, this chasm between Baltia and family that she always found herself navigating. How was it she could stand so high in the ranks of Baltia, a place that emphasized family first, and not do so herself? But then again, was not all Baltia her family?
Rezza nods at the comment of Tsilutsuli's father, having vague recollections of the stallion. It has been so long ago, and Rezza was young enough at the time that she mostly didn't care to pay attention to the details. But she did know this particular fact, at any rate. "Is Helice back?" she asks, wondering if the General had returned and would therefore be taking care of the scouts. If not, it would fall to Rezza to make sure such a thing got done. Helice was one of the few Rezza trusted to actually complete a task without oversight, even though the rest of the Baltian army was well trained and absolutely would follow through. Still, Rezza found she could not help herself, a trait that perhaps made her an actual useful advisor. Particularly because the army often did not even notice when she was checking up on them...
It is what Tsilutsuli says next that interests Rezza more though, and the words bring relief that she didn't even realize she was waiting for. She wants to go and see. Wants to be sure for herself that something isn't truly and horribly amiss. There was little down here to suggest it, but the jellyfish she'd been swimming with had been off somehow. She didn't understand why, just that they were. She does not choose to be a jellyfish now though, rather shifting only her hind legs into a tail. Jellyfish are far too slow to keep up with Tsilutsuli, after all. Another nod to the Queen, and she begins to swim.
@Tsilutsuli
Rezza nods at the comment of Tsilutsuli's father, having vague recollections of the stallion. It has been so long ago, and Rezza was young enough at the time that she mostly didn't care to pay attention to the details. But she did know this particular fact, at any rate. "Is Helice back?" she asks, wondering if the General had returned and would therefore be taking care of the scouts. If not, it would fall to Rezza to make sure such a thing got done. Helice was one of the few Rezza trusted to actually complete a task without oversight, even though the rest of the Baltian army was well trained and absolutely would follow through. Still, Rezza found she could not help herself, a trait that perhaps made her an actual useful advisor. Particularly because the army often did not even notice when she was checking up on them...
It is what Tsilutsuli says next that interests Rezza more though, and the words bring relief that she didn't even realize she was waiting for. She wants to go and see. Wants to be sure for herself that something isn't truly and horribly amiss. There was little down here to suggest it, but the jellyfish she'd been swimming with had been off somehow. She didn't understand why, just that they were. She does not choose to be a jellyfish now though, rather shifting only her hind legs into a tail. Jellyfish are far too slow to keep up with Tsilutsuli, after all. Another nod to the Queen, and she begins to swim.
@Tsilutsuli