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A classy name for a classy woman. Chacal speaks in song, a rhythm and rhyme to every word, and Maleah finds herself entranced. She is calm, assertive in a gentle way; she drinks from it, the tension in the maiden's shoulders easing as she reclines into a sit.
She thinks on it, for a moment. What should she say of herself? What matters and what does not? She feels as though she could calculate it. I was a resident medic of Tikal, for a little while, she begins, clearing her throat. though I didn't really know many people there. They disbanded maybe, like, a few weeks ago. It is what it is. she shrugs at this, a hint of a laugh along with it.
I'm mostly, um, a wanderer. I go where help is needed, or where I can study, though I'd like something permanent, there's a glint to her eye, perhaps of hope; curiosity. I like to think I'm good at what I do, although there's always more to learn, right? her shoulders move, then, bony back straightened out. What is Sapphique like?