Hell Hath No Fury Like Wrath in Denial

[Darastrix]

Also spotting Imobel, Wisdom started short from the backrub he was giving a fellow priest. "Uh, excuse me." Patting the other priest on the back, Wisdom gathered his robes about and hurried to try and catch up to her. "H-hey! Imobel!"

Imobel stiffened as she walked, her eyes widening slightly before she resumed her surly expression.

"What do you want, Wisdom?" she asked brusquely, pausing to glare halfheartedly over one shoulder.

[Kender Bard]

Wisdom gulped, stopping short a moment before resuming his walk. "Did I do something to make you angry at me?" he asked, voice a bit weak.

[Darastrix]

She winced inwardly at the tone of his voice. Besides some...things in particular about Wisdom, Imobel tended to be protective of the noncombatants of other paths, or those that didn't already have a brother or sister priest to watch their fool backs, anyway.

"No, you haven't done anything," Imobel muttered, managing to not sound quite so hostile as before.

[Kender Bard]

That picked up Wisdom's spirits and he smiled, quickening his step to walk next to her. "Well I saw you and I thought I'd ask if you'd like to do something together. Maybe get something nice to eat or, uh, go weasel the Gamblers or something."

[Darastrix]

Imobel blinked in surprise at the invitation. Why was he--wait, stupid question. Wisdom was one of the Generous, of course he'd invite someone passing by to do something. ...why did that thought annoy her so much? It wasn't that she--of course not. That would be ridiculous. Imobel assured herself that she was NOT going soft, especially not for some wimpy little Generous healer. She should refuse. But...she'd accept normally. So if she said no, it'd mean something. So she should say yes because Wisdom was just another soft little Generous priest. Right.

After a few moments, Imobel realised that she should probably say something. "Uh, yeah. Fine. As long as you don't want to drag me in with a bunch of people. I just got OUT of one of those. That bitch Celeste threw another Wrathful at me and Drake."

[Kender Bard]

Wisdom tried not to giggle but had to bite his lip to keep from doing so. "We can go somewhere alone," he offered. The Wrathful were all so... silly sometimes. "The library is usually quiet and people tend not to bother one another there. Would you like to go up there and talk a bit? Or I could pick something up from the dining hall and we could go outside, to the cliff edges or on top of the Wall."

[Darastrix]

"The Wall," Imobel decided. Sure, the library was quiet, but they expected you to speak quietly, too. More often than not, she'd get kicked out for picking a fight with the first person that tried to 'shush' her.

[Kender Bard]

"All right," Wisdom agreed. "Meet you there." Turning on his heel, he headed off towards the dining hall.

With a small basket filled with the food of the day packed away (what he could carry at least), Wisdom made his way outside of the temple - taking a second story door that opened onto the ramparts of the Wall - and looked for Imobel.

[Darastrix]

Imobel was leaning casually against one of the temple's outer walls, prodding the bruise forming above her eye. Oh yes, she'd have to "thank" Drake later on. She smirked at the thought as she unbound her hair, letting it fall messily down her back. She wouldn't have to worry about getting into a fight with Wisdom.

She caught sight of the other priest as she turned her head to shake her hair out and waved, mentally promising a painful and violent death to a certain group of butterflies if they didn't find somewhere else to flutter.

"Too you long enough."

[Kender Bard]

For a moment Wisdom stood and stared before blinking rapidly a few times and walking up with the basket, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry. Wasn't quite sure what to get. I went with everything over all." Pulling back the napkin he held the basket up a bit more so she could see what was in it more clearly. "Take what you like. Er, you look a bit beat up. Did something happen?"

[Darastrix]

Imobel snorted softly before grabbing a meat pie and biting into it viciously. "Drake happened. I just wanted to beat the shit out of a practice dummy for a while, then he had to fucking butt in."

[Kender Bard]

"Maybe he was trying to help," Wisdom suggested, fishing out a ham sandwich and taking a more modest bite for himself.

[Darastrix]

Imobel snorted at the idea. "Yeah right. The only people Drake helps are his brother and Dreamie. He was just being an ass."

[Kender Bard]

"He has to have some nice in him," the priest countered, smiling at Imobel suddenly. "Everyone does. Even you."

[Darastrix]

Imobel froze mid-bite and glared daggers at Wisdom. "I am not fucking soft," she snapped, before lunging at him to tackle him to the ground. "Now you take that back!"