Beatrix
Beatrix was adapting to being older, to the holes in her memory... to the way her brother was. Once baby brother, now older brother. Truly irked by that, but just happy to have him, she didn't whine about the topic too much. After all... it was better than being alone. Abandonment issues were a bitch.
She was wandering Snowcloak, not really searching for answers to the holes in her memory--no, she'd probably have to seek out a god to truly figure out the holes in her memory, and what had happened to age her... but she didn't really want to know the specifics. She was older, and Jace was older. It could have been worse--she could still be twelve while he was grown; that really would have ruined things.
Her hair was braided against her head so that the wind couldn't mess with it, and ruin her impeccably chosen outfit. Her image was important, she preferred to look perfect. Her gaze wandered after different people, as she headed to one of the local shops, to place a purchase when she briefly thought she spotted Neron and stopped paying attention to where she was going.
She had heard talk that the man was working at the local tavern, but had yet to see him with her own eyes. It was just as she decided she had not seen Neron, that she bumped into somebody, and took a sharp step backward, flashing a smile and offering apologies. "Apologies for my misstep," her voice was sweet, sincere.
Chulane
She was wandering Snowcloak, not really searching for answers to the holes in her memory--no, she'd probably have to seek out a god to truly figure out the holes in her memory, and what had happened to age her... but she didn't really want to know the specifics. She was older, and Jace was older. It could have been worse--she could still be twelve while he was grown; that really would have ruined things.
Her hair was braided against her head so that the wind couldn't mess with it, and ruin her impeccably chosen outfit. Her image was important, she preferred to look perfect. Her gaze wandered after different people, as she headed to one of the local shops, to place a purchase when she briefly thought she spotted Neron and stopped paying attention to where she was going.
She had heard talk that the man was working at the local tavern, but had yet to see him with her own eyes. It was just as she decided she had not seen Neron, that she bumped into somebody, and took a sharp step backward, flashing a smile and offering apologies. "Apologies for my misstep," her voice was sweet, sincere.
Aren't you trying too hard to please me?
