They practically beam when Wessex agrees with them – their thought process aligning. “[say]Maybe.[/say]” They agree with a small hiccup of a chimed laughter as she throws her hands into the air and leans back. But the conversation grows a bit more somber, their head snapping away from the falling snow toward their fellow demigod when she begins to bring up a not so happy conversation.
Dark brows pinch together and their head tilts slightly, curls bouncing along their shoulder. Their hands twist together in a small show of anxiety, of needing something to do while they process it. And after a brief moment, they frown. “[say]Did you tell Nate?[/say]” They ask curiously before they look down to their hands from Wessex. “[say]Do you think they’ll try to take it from me?[/say]” Or from Wessex or Nate with force in order to get what they wanted?
It didn’t sit well and they feel their wish to travel more of Caido growing smaller and smaller by the day.
Dark brows pinch together and their head tilts slightly, curls bouncing along their shoulder. Their hands twist together in a small show of anxiety, of needing something to do while they process it. And after a brief moment, they frown. “[say]Did you tell Nate?[/say]” They ask curiously before they look down to their hands from Wessex. “[say]Do you think they’ll try to take it from me?[/say]” Or from Wessex or Nate with force in order to get what they wanted?
It didn’t sit well and they feel their wish to travel more of Caido growing smaller and smaller by the day.
