Siersha makes it a point to not get too close to anyone. It’s a smart decision in her opinion; she’s been hurt too many times in the past to even bother. She doesn’t remember most of the times – many were in her past lives – but she can recall the feelings associated with them. It isn’t something she wants to experience often, so she makes every effort to stay aloof and distant.
Most people don’t bother to fight that. They just shrug it off, finish their business with her, and are on their way.
TJ, however, isn’t like that. The first time they met, she greeted Siersha and hugged her like they were the best of friends. Normally this wouldn’t bother the Samsaran, but the behavior continued. TJ chatted with her like they’d known each other for years and dragged her into her bedroom to “hang out.”
The hanging out part Siersha doesn’t mind so much. TJ’s room is luxurious and dark, perfectly fit to Siersha’s tastes. Silk sheets and velvet cushions, dark curtains, violet coloring… She finds it nice and comfortable. She also can just relax there while TJ talks at her.
At least, that was how it started out.
Now Siersha finds herself actually talking back, having conversations with the changling. She shares her tea with the other and TJ brings her pastries from the Baker’s Guild. There’s something about TJ that’s intriguing; the smaller female doesn’t fear death, rather she welcomes and looks forward to it. It’s an outlook that Siersha hasn’t run into very many times.
It’s refreshing to someone like the oracle, who reincarnates after every death, born again as a Samsaran, sometimes even an oracle, again and again and again. She has no idea how many lifetimes she’s lived, nor does she really care to know. But TJ believes in a new life after death, something Siersha can relate to.
Sitting on the changling’s couch, her legs propped onto the foot rest in front of her, she catches her thoughts and stops them. Getting close to someone is a bad idea, she reminds herself.
But… TJ is genuine and kind. She wouldn’t let Siersha down on purpose. Maybe the Samsaran can even continue their relationship after TJ’s death, considering her extensively long lifetime and the other’s wish to become undead or something similar.
And she supposes it isn’t a horrible thing to be supplied with as many pastries as she desires.
Without anyone else around to see, Siersha allows herself a small smile into her cup of tea.