[ now that things have been reappropriated correctly, rondo can be found sitting by the fire. he's dressed in his actual uniform now, hair back in its usual ponytail, looking decidedly more knightly than he did in the weird cult fit! it's actually not that different but that's besides the point.
more importantly he is holding a bigass sword - he's just kind of staring up at it, expression pulled into a deep, thoughtful frown as the flames reflect back on the surface of the weapon, which is a darker color than it appears, tinged blue and pink like an afterthought.
[she's immediately jealous she didn't get a weapon
more seriously, she's content to watch his reaction for a little while, taking note of the emotions on his face. it's a few long moments before she does anything to draw any attention to herself.]
Where did you find that? The boxes in the swamp?
[she's changed her clothes by now, wearing a white gown that would be very fancy and pretty if it hadn't seen better days. it's a little bit torn and even more bloodied, but she doesn't seem to be paying that any mind.]
[ he jumps a good six inches when vin speaks up - completely startled, and nearly bobbles the sword, though thankfully he does not drop it or yeet it into the fire. he looks back, and then lets out a sheepish, half laugh, other hand to his heart. ]
Oh, you startled me... [ jeez. she asked a question, though! his gaze flicks back up to the sword. ] I... yes. It's not mine, though, but... it was with my things.
[ which has a lot of implications and has mostly just left him with more questions than answers, but... he finally brings the sword down and sheathes it at his side, looking at vin more properly. ] Miss, your dress is kind of...
[ bloodied
again ] ...Are you alright?
Edited (tHE REST OF MY TAG) 2024-06-08 19:38 (UTC)
[ the way this is such a loaded question and she doesn't even know it. rondo looks at the sword, for a longer moment - his brows knit together, mouth pulling downwards, as he considers. ]
It... [ where does he even start. ] ...it belongs to someone very dear to me.
[ that's good enough, right? he rests his hand on the hilt of it, and then shakes his head, shifting instead to a smile. ]
Your dress, though! That's... well, okay, that's probably true. Is it old blood, at least...? [ a beat ] Is it your blood...?
[ genuine and immediate - he even looks a little relieved. at least she got help! ]
I can usually heal a little... I would've helped, but... I can't really do any kind of magic here, either. [ for god knows how many reasons. ] It is regrettable.
[ ooogh. that makes him feel a little unsettled - rondo looks down at his hands, biting his lip. ]
... Let's hope that whatever stole from them was not also what stole from me.
[ for. so many reasons. oof. ]
That is concerning. I noted, too - my chainmail was not with my clothing, despite my uniform being here... It bodes poorly for the safety of this place to be unarmored, I fear.
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