Beatrix
Beatrix watched the man with the child, with fascination. She was certain her father had never been an active part in her life before he'd died. It wasn't the child that fascinated the woman, though, but the man and his handling of the small creature.
When he asked her name, she shrugged and stated confidently, "Beatrix Launceleyn. Yours?" As her water was delivered to her table, she sipped it quietly, dark hues watching the man. A man with a child automatically registered as... unique, empowered, and strong, so different yet at the same time, almost comforting.
"What is your child's name?" She asked, after a sip of water. Her gaze left the man and child for a moment, to wander the tavern, as if uncertain of where she was.
When he asked her name, she shrugged and stated confidently, "Beatrix Launceleyn. Yours?" As her water was delivered to her table, she sipped it quietly, dark hues watching the man. A man with a child automatically registered as... unique, empowered, and strong, so different yet at the same time, almost comforting.
"What is your child's name?" She asked, after a sip of water. Her gaze left the man and child for a moment, to wander the tavern, as if uncertain of where she was.
Aren't you trying too hard to please me?
