Beatrix
Beatrix shrugged, “Don’t be,” In her eyes, there was no reason to be sorry. Her mother messed up the second she gave Jace away—so did her brother, the second he promised Jace to the Eirachi. That was how she saw it. Ah, family was shit sometimes, and even now, with just her brother… it was still pretty shitty.
“A cave?” She hummed, tilting her head, thoughtfully. “I don’t remember that.” She decided, before she flashed a grin. “I… My brother found me in Whitebrim, over in Halo. When he found me I was… well,” she gestured to herself. “But so was he—he’s older than me now,” ah, how it irked her, the bane of existence, that simple fact.
When Bastien turned his conversation back to his child, she watched them, curious. “I see. I think your child is lucky.” She does not elaborate, better not.
“A cave?” She hummed, tilting her head, thoughtfully. “I don’t remember that.” She decided, before she flashed a grin. “I… My brother found me in Whitebrim, over in Halo. When he found me I was… well,” she gestured to herself. “But so was he—he’s older than me now,” ah, how it irked her, the bane of existence, that simple fact.
When Bastien turned his conversation back to his child, she watched them, curious. “I see. I think your child is lucky.” She does not elaborate, better not.
Aren't you trying too hard to please me?
