Snippet #1196793

The alcohol had barely touched her mind and she'd grown bored of wallowing in her own self-pity. Instead, Darna felt she'd go an talk with some of the "guys" at the mess. This time, however, she'd adorned her favorite jeans, some boots and a simple button down shirt. In her back pocket would rest the picture of her family, awkward and reminding. Grabbing up her cane, Darna pushed some sunglasses onto her nose and exited the room, making her way slowly but surely through the halls of the military housing and into Central.

It was only a few minutes later, and after a few bumps into strangers, the Colonel was walking through the double doors of the mess hall. There weren't that many people inside, which was a plus, and she felt two very familiar auras. One was excited, tense, and alert. It figured he would have passed. He was impressive and cocky, a strong mixture for many State Alchemists. The other was the young man who'd fixed her aching brain. A trait she'd like to learn for herself.

Keeping a smile on her lips, a genuine smile because although the alcohol had loosened her, she was genuinely happy to see the young man who would teach her something new. It was not beneath Darna to learn from someone of a lesser rank than herself. She would take information from anyone, provided it was truthful and ethical. Lifting her cane, she tapped it on the table top, shoving a hand in one pocket.

"I see you've passed? Quite a feat for a typical alchemist." Her smile was big, but she couldn't help it. Darna loved talking, but she loved listening more. And this boy had a lot to tell.