Okumi Chrysanth
Though mildly condescending to have her parchment cooed over, Okumi seemed to enjoy the attention, still beaming throughout the introduction. As far as the actual conversation went, Okumi stayed silent for the most part, nodding and looking to whoever was leading the talk at the time. In one on one conversation she did her best to hold her own, but it just wasnât practical to try and communicate her thoughts in large groups. Besides, itâd be rude to interrupt the talking only to gesture some vague concepts. Truthfully, she kind of missed being the loudmouth at the family table who wouldnât shut up, but sheâd adjusted to this new form of living, and now barely remembered how she used to act prior.
The conversation moved on to the bandits, a rather normal progression given what theyâd just been through. Honestly, the talk was a little disconcerting to Okumi. She valued peace, balance and harmony â If everyone could get along, that would be the best solution. Unrealistic, true, but it didnât sit well with her as they discussed plans for attacking the bandits unaware. Overall, the attitude around the whole situation was a bit of a downer, Aetrius speaking of the inevitability of another raid and the end of Atlum. Reflexively, Okumi rubbed her shoulder injury. It was true, theyâd been lucky to survive the last assault, but why couldnât they use this time to celebrate rather than looking at all the negatives? Perhaps it was naĂŻve to think so, or maybe immature, but Okumi wasnât fond of this kill or be killed perspective everyone seemed to have.
Still, she wouldnât voice it. Instead her expression was the only thing that gave away her opinion and intentions â Though not many tended to pay attention to the mute girl in conversations. Either way it was a relief to hear that Aetrius wasnât completely defeatist when it came to Atlum. With the comment for drinks signalling the end of the conversation, everyone seemed to be getting up to make their leave, Okumi included. She wasnât the kind to drink â One slip up with her illness could be disastrous â so this was when sheâd likely make her leave. She could do some more work with the dead into the night as long as she rested her injured shoulder by only using her left arm. Then, as long as she got some sleep she could-
"Would you like to come with us, miss Okumi? I'd love the pleasure of your company a while longer."
Snapped from her thoughts as Linde spoke from the doorway to look at her, Okumi jumped to her feet in mild embarrassment. Pointing to herself, she waved her hands dismissively while shaking her head, first mimicking the motion of drinking from a cup before Forming a cross above her face with her arms. Letting her arms fall back to her side, she then gestured to Linde, making the drinking motion again before giving a double thumbs up. Once more letting her arms drop to her side, she pointed to herself, then outside, before pantomiming a digging motion. Overall, it was a pretty spirited performance, but she hopefully got her message across. As much as she liked company, it wouldnât do well to get too attached. Sheâd isolated herself for a reason, so remaining close to people was a risk they shouldnât have to take. Besides, what good was a mute girl in a conversation? Especially one that wouldnât eat and drink with everyone...