[ She gestures lightly before twisting her hands. What had she been doing. Learning to write better on the Forge? That was true, and after a second, she mimed typing - fingers lightly tapping keys made out of air. ]
[ And, um... Um. ]
[ Oh, eating olives. Which she mimes with bringing her hand to her lips and then drawing little ovals in the air and repeating the process. ]
[ - she'd been holed up during the attack. The war. But she can think of no hand gestures for that. ]
action. WHOO. i am sorry for the delay!
[ And, um... Um. ]
[ Oh, eating olives. Which she mimes with bringing her hand to her lips and then drawing little ovals in the air and repeating the process. ]
[ - she'd been holed up during the attack. The war. But she can think of no hand gestures for that. ]