Yasha glances back over her shoulder at him and her gaze briefly flickers back out to open sea before as if she's afraid of missing something. How much does this person need to know about her? He had been pleasant enough at their first meeting, but... well, she does not advertise her god in the same way that Jester does. Not even a little bit. She keeps the Stormlord mostly to herself.
Her eyes flick to the surf for a second time.)
... Yes. A sign.
(How cryptic. She frowns, trying to think of how to word this.)
Sometimes I have visions. They have been persistent, lately.
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Yasha glances back over her shoulder at him and her gaze briefly flickers back out to open sea before as if she's afraid of missing something. How much does this person need to know about her? He had been pleasant enough at their first meeting, but... well, she does not advertise her god in the same way that Jester does. Not even a little bit. She keeps the Stormlord mostly to herself.
Her eyes flick to the surf for a second time.)
... Yes. A sign.
(How cryptic. She frowns, trying to think of how to word this.)
Sometimes I have visions. They have been persistent, lately.