My head shakes when I sleep too long, And my mom cries when I sing this song
There's not too much she can say in response to the knowledge about the Fae, trusting in the practical far more than what she'd read. Who even knew how true the books she'd dug up were, if they were based in truth at all? Still, Hester couldn't help but feel a touch of disappointment, a childish pout passing over her face, before she can school it into something more appropriate.
"That was because of the Voice, wasn't it?" Who else was a better source of information for her questions than the Warden herself? Though, Hester will regret letting her mouth move so fast, as the Warden continues, clearing up the reason for her distrust and discomfort. She takes a sip of the cider while she listens, a kind of promise that she won't interrupt again, for the moment. "Do you think the people are dangerous then? Or... just that it's a dangerous place?" Her guard was going to be up regardless, doubled now because of this conversation, but if she knew an aspect to focus on, perhaps she could allow herself some relaxation.
She bites her lips, then continues, not sure who she's trying to reassure when she does. "I can protect myself. I know some swordplay, my dad taught me." There's a little tilt to Hester's chin as she speaks, a little bird trying to puff itself up to seem more dangerous than it really was.
"That was because of the Voice, wasn't it?" Who else was a better source of information for her questions than the Warden herself? Though, Hester will regret letting her mouth move so fast, as the Warden continues, clearing up the reason for her distrust and discomfort. She takes a sip of the cider while she listens, a kind of promise that she won't interrupt again, for the moment. "Do you think the people are dangerous then? Or... just that it's a dangerous place?" Her guard was going to be up regardless, doubled now because of this conversation, but if she knew an aspect to focus on, perhaps she could allow herself some relaxation.
She bites her lips, then continues, not sure who she's trying to reassure when she does. "I can protect myself. I know some swordplay, my dad taught me." There's a little tilt to Hester's chin as she speaks, a little bird trying to puff itself up to seem more dangerous than it really was.
Hester
