Kestal walked along in silence after waving off her friend's concern. She wasn't the kind to seek attention, and she certainly didn't want Ocarern or Aren to worry for her. No point in worrying, anyhow, she told herself, just enjoy the time with them. We don't do this often enough anymore. Aren's always so busy with the tav, Rennie's always flitting about doing his own thing. Stealing berry pies. She gave a little snort at the elf's comment, rolling her eyes.
But she couldn't shake the heavy feeling that hung over her chest, try as she might. Stretching her torso a little, she found that even with the cool evening air, under all her layers of clothes, she was getting warm. "Here, take this a moment," she said to Aren, handing him her lute. As they walked, she quickly rid herself of her cloak, folding it over her arms. Without the thing coming high up her neck, her collarbone could be seen jutting out beneath her cream shirt, but she tugged on the taupe coloured vest, two sizes too big, adjusting it to cover herself better. That's better. Not so warm now.
Taking the instrument back, she gripped it around the neck, and let it dangle from her fingers. "Rennie, you shouldn't be stealing from Selve. You know if you just asked, she'd give you a pie. Or maybe you were hiding from me?" She gave another small cough while she raised her eyebrow at him, "Maybe you just say you like my singing." She was teasing, and she elbowed him gently, before a quick cheeky grin stole over her lips.
As they neared the docks, Kestal wasn't surprised at how quiet it was, and she tugged her friends over to the wharf. She sat, tucking her lute behind her, and dangled her legs over the edge. Lifting her chin to the sky, she basked in the moons soft light for a moment, with her eyes closed. "I could sit out here all night," she said wistfully. "It's so calm, and peaceful. If you don't make any noise, it's almost as if nothing else exists... don't you think?"