OOC: Sorry for the wait!Word Count: 540
Listening in quiet incomprehension of who the Dahlian's were, the bit she understood was not being an acquaintances to the person with whom Axelle apparently shared bits of her appearance. Having stuck to the labyrinth of corridors and dens that was Anathema, she had no real forethought about leaving it for some time. It was an unclean world out there, and she preferred the solidarity here. No one bothered anyone else without reason. Thinking on that, she privately wondered if the black and white woman thought her to be a nuisance, but didn't question. Feeling that if she had, it would have been mentioned by now, they carried the fermenter back to the den and Agony was offered a seat. Pursing her lips quietly with thought, she shook her head in silent refusal, but let her shoulders relax.
Eying the highly decorated walls with interest, Agony let her fiery gaze roam across the bladed weapons and crossbow, eventually landing on the cauldron and thought to ask what it was for, but was interrupted prematurely before she had the chance. A clinking of bottles alerted her to Axelle's movements, and she found the woman by a shelf full of glasses, all varying in darkness. This, she found out, revealed the strength of the alcohol. Offered one, it was set on the table and Agony paused politely before reaching for it, not wanting to seem over-eager to receive it. "Thank you," As if against her will, the girl's tail wagged for a moment. Yes, she was indeed pleased to have some sort of gift from the pretty woman before her. That it was alcohol, and thus she might have been frowned upon by those more close-minded, didn't seem to phase her.
Further explaining that she'd made all of the alcohol on the shelf, Agony's gaze shifted to appreciation for what the woman had set up for herself here. If nothing else, she knew what she was doing when it came to the beverages. Bringing her own to her charcoal lips, Agony drank. Surprised to find it much like her father's description of sweets or candy, she sipped for a moment more before putting it back down. Jackson might enjoy it as well, though it wasn't exactly in her to share anything that was entirely hers with the other, more foolish boy. He had, after all, caught a rabbit for his initiation into Anathema's adult ranks. He was an honest boy. Agony was... not quite. "It's very sweet," And despite it, she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it yet. "You have a talent for this." Whatever its formal name might have been.
Considering the jar itself, she ran a pointed claw around its edge, staring into the dark liquid. Ultimately she brought her gaze to meet Axelle's with sudden clarity. "Would you teach me to read what you know," Beginning in a steady voice, she cleared her voice while considering what this woman might want in return. No one in these lands did anything for free. "If I helped you with commonplace tasks? I can carry things and I'm very good at cleaning." And if that wasn't something Axelle could use, there were other people she could learn from. Maybe Ravesque.
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