He blinked, brow arching, then snorted at the notions. [say]“Best get busy then, I suppose,”[/say] taking the notions in stride, as if permitting her to evade and escape off into the rest of the world for her sacks of flour. He could’ve made it worse by peeling her hand and fingers out of his own grasp, and considered it for dramatic effect, but his head tilted vaguely thereafter, distracted by the rest of the semblances – and the mental images they offered.
His following laugh was enough to send a few birds scattering out of the backdrop. [say]“Like a firling?”[/say] Those holiday trees Frey seemed to toss into the world around Deepfrost, with all their bizarre connotations and enigmatic graces; if he could recall, he and Cordelia had been followed by one during LongNight. The Sword’s grin grew all the more juvenile and Cheshire. [say]“What a sight you will be,"[/say] and she could take the meaning in more than one grace.
His following laugh was enough to send a few birds scattering out of the backdrop. [say]“Like a firling?”[/say] Those holiday trees Frey seemed to toss into the world around Deepfrost, with all their bizarre connotations and enigmatic graces; if he could recall, he and Cordelia had been followed by one during LongNight. The Sword’s grin grew all the more juvenile and Cheshire. [say]“What a sight you will be,"[/say] and she could take the meaning in more than one grace.
