⠀she seemed to be thinking about it. her eyes off to the side, it's a little puzzling to her. though knowing her. . . she wouldn't be able to. her eyes narrowed, full of confliction.
⠀“ i do not mind not having a name. ”
⠀she still doesn't think highly of herself. but. . .
"Again, I wish for you to have a sense of identity. It is simply something that I believe will help you feel more...like an individual."
Usually individuality would be beaten out of soldiers, and not refinforced . . . ?
apparently, sleep once felt like a. . . small thing for her as well. though, she'll at least sit to at least ease the situation. even for just a little. she'd need much more to fix over time.
“ . . . i believe i understand some of your concerns, though. ”
"Yeah? Then don't do it, just sit down for a bit and see if you stay up."
He didn't really want to budge here, concern and stubbornness mixing in an ugly way. Arboliva figured she'd have a problem with anything he'd say.
@Moonlitpaw ⠀ ⠀ she opened her eyes again, giving the length a feel with her hand.
⠀ “ a person once encouraged me to take care of my hair. i just simply took the advice. ”
⠀ she turned her head, her calm expression not shifting as much. but she nods.
⠀ “ yes. thank you. ”
@Moonlitpaw ⠀ nothing much. simply a change of mood. she's a bit surprised he even asked. so. . . maybe there was that too.
⠀ a small nod, untying the ribbon to let her hair fall loose. it's roughly past her shoulders.
⠀ “ a name? ”
⠀ she paused for a moment, rising as she did. she's quick to rebuild composure.
⠀ “ . . . no, i have never thought about one. not even the. . . ”
⠀ the Absol trailed off.
⠀ “ i. . . doubt there would be a name suitable for me. why do you ask? ”
"At ease..."
Holding a hand up to ward her worries, keeping the other firm on the length of his staff.
"I have come with a question: Have you thought about giving yourself a name? I do know that many do so to give themself a sense of identity..."
⠀ she almost immediately recognized the sudden presence, alone the voice.
⠀ though with the suprising appearance, the best she was able to do was to turn around and give an unprepared bow. head lowered.
⠀ “ . . . ah— greetings, my lord. what do you need from me? ”
A shift in the air. Barometric pressure increasing by a fraction due to the invisible presence, the Lord of Oblivion soon appearing around behind the other Dark-type. Wisps of Dark Aura dance around his feet.
A Phantom Force entrance . . .
"I request your presence, Absol."