Previously, Samata had been thrown out of the Lobby for shouting at and assaulting other guests. She wasn't a terribly effective fighter, fortunately, so the only long term harm dealt was to her reputation. People will always remember her as the one who threw a temper tantrum when she showed up.
Now, she was sitting under a tree, with a basket that had none-the-less been offered her, and was going through and examining each item carefully, trying to deduce all their purposes. Everything was laid out in a neat grid in front of her on the grass except for the bath bomb, which she was apparently reading the ingredients off of.
The initial surge of despair at learning that all her struggles had been for nothing had given way to righteous anger and a desire to lash out at...at SOMEONE. Now that anger had also cooled off, and Samata was feeling more than a bit embarrassed about her first reaction. Analyzing her thoughtful gift seemed like a good way to distract herself from that.
At least, until someone she took a swing at a few minutes ago (you) approached. Did she give you a black eye? Did you give HER a black eye? Either was, she does sound properly apologetic (if a little sullen) when she sees you and mumbles, "...sorry I got so angry earlier."
-2: Fruits of Fall-
Samata is in some kind of open air cafe in Makmur, playing with her DTF (shaped like a shimmering hummingbird.), and snacking on a bowl of grapes. They were growing everywhere, after all, and she'd always liked grapes. They reminded her of her youth.
She knew that she hadn't made a GREAT first impression, so she was trying a little harder than she might otherwise try to make good impression with people. That's why when she saw she wasn't alone, she held the bowl of grapes up in a friendly offering.
"Want some grapes? They're very good, and I promise not to start shouting at you."
What's the worst that could happen? They're just grapes.
Samata Mahto | original | ota
Previously, Samata had been thrown out of the Lobby for shouting at and assaulting other guests. She wasn't a terribly effective fighter, fortunately, so the only long term harm dealt was to her reputation. People will always remember her as the one who threw a temper tantrum when she showed up.
Now, she was sitting under a tree, with a basket that had none-the-less been offered her, and was going through and examining each item carefully, trying to deduce all their purposes. Everything was laid out in a neat grid in front of her on the grass except for the bath bomb, which she was apparently reading the ingredients off of.
The initial surge of despair at learning that all her struggles had been for nothing had given way to righteous anger and a desire to lash out at...at SOMEONE. Now that anger had also cooled off, and Samata was feeling more than a bit embarrassed about her first reaction. Analyzing her thoughtful gift seemed like a good way to distract herself from that.
At least, until someone she took a swing at a few minutes ago (you) approached. Did she give you a black eye? Did you give HER a black eye? Either was, she does sound properly apologetic (if a little sullen) when she sees you and mumbles, "...sorry I got so angry earlier."
-2: Fruits of Fall-
Samata is in some kind of open air cafe in Makmur, playing with her DTF (shaped like a shimmering hummingbird.), and snacking on a bowl of grapes. They were growing everywhere, after all, and she'd always liked grapes. They reminded her of her youth.
She knew that she hadn't made a GREAT first impression, so she was trying a little harder than she might otherwise try to make good impression with people. That's why when she saw she wasn't alone, she held the bowl of grapes up in a friendly offering.
"Want some grapes? They're very good, and I promise not to start shouting at you."
What's the worst that could happen? They're just grapes.