( over the course of the two days it took getting from zion to olympus, anya unbent, some, from the reserve with which she boarded the dowager. she'd allowed herself to be drawn into conversations at dinner (which she attended, both nights), given her opinions on children and the disciplining thereof (largely reasonable; she wasn't recommended without basis), and didn't pretend that she wasn't paying attention when bullet talked to benji about custom tattoos. at some point, she might make a decision on whether or not she'll broach that conversation herself--
--but then the lights go out, and the cultivated softness of her goes with them as she stills and then moves for the port window. )
ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → ᴏᴛᴀ
--but then the lights go out, and the cultivated softness of her goes with them as she stills and then moves for the port window. )