Primitive Colossus Statue

Sena, being a soldier, had never had her own bedroom, and had likewise been far too interested in the approval of the other soldiers sharing her bunkspace to ever cultivate a true hobbyist's collection of tchotchkes in any corner of unused tent. Maybe an iterative sequence of past-tried Blades, although she really doesn't tell anyone about that. She tries to forget it, herself.

Then came Ouroboros. Eunie had her Fourtune Clovers, so Sena had, in a rare post-sycophantic about-face, abandoned the idea of collecting loose nature artifacts. Once Eunie had even asked her to help look! But she'd kicked a rock and replied softly (actually, not softly, over-loudly, but we can pretend) that she didn't want to intrude - she knew this was Eunie's special thing.

(Special thing with Taion too, it seemed. A little bit different than her early-morning workouts with Lanz. A little bit more...long-lasting.)

But Ghondor has a bedroom, and it happens to be littered with traces of Shania's passing presence as well, which means that there's plenty of clutter lurking within to be counted as a specimen sample.

Careless origami cranes and frogs. Shards of something that's definitely not Origin metal...right? A Rhogul egggem, or maybe just a hundred-homecoming egg; either way, it's sickly green and looks rock-hard yet primed to shatter.

"You sure have...varied tastes, Ghondor!" Sena gives that bashful cheery face, with eyes squeezed tight shut up in a mirror curve to prim-smiling lips, hand flung behind head to aimlessly scratch.

Ghondor looks at Shania. Shania looks at Ghondor.

They don't burst out laughing, but they almost do, as they share that mutually unconfounded glance. Sena's not sure which she would have preferred...

"You tryin' to butter me up, Sena?" crows Ghondor, posture the exact opposite of Sena's with elbows flung wide and chin thrust forward.

It's intimidating. Ghondor knows it's intimidating. In this exact instance, she might not know that Sena doesn't know that she knows, though? Shania's rolled eyes put a bit of a needed dampener on the force, regardless.

Sena taps the toe of a spot-polished boot on a discarded hoodie, rumpled and possibly turned inside-out. Might Ghondor have City memorabilia designed after each of the Houses? Really, who else would?

"W-well," she starts, biting her lip on the whimper, "I do think your room is awesome. It's so...you!"

Shania, to one side, makes a scoffing noise. Ghondor's never had a hand-me-down and never needed to clean her room, really, because her mother has long given up, on that front. Oh, there's the occasional threat, but inevitably the sty is forgotten underneath yet another argument.

Ghondor tuts as well (arms come back in, crossed). Shania responds for her: "I bet Ghondor could do with a bit of organization, or else her collections will come all undone. What do you think we should add to her shelves, Sena?"

And that's a big decision, isn't it? For Sena to be calling the shots in someone else's space, like she even knows anything? Like she even has any idea?

"How about...specially carved chopsticks? I've seen some regulars at Michiba using them," Sena begins to gush despite herself, despite her desire to prove her cool and even keel, "and the artisans are sooo cool. Definitely worth supporting!"

Maybe more likely that Ghondor and Shania will tend toward collecting the knives used to carve. But it's a start, anyway.