Every word could make or break you, make 'em celebrate or hate you
Eyes narrow at the tone in the stranger's voice, irritation rippling over Hester's shoulders, making her hands ball into fists. "No. I haven't heard of it. Is everyone like you there?" Though she didn't elaborate, it was clear what she thought of him, from just this short experience.
"If you don't use them, then how did you come here?" It felt like a gottem, though that wasn't necessarily Hester's intention. Her arms cross in front of her, brow-raising as she waited for his explanation, his excuse. Though all her brusqueness melted away the instant he said the Gods saw her, saw a possibility for her. Even if it was just empty words, just placations and deceit, Hester couldn't deny the attractiveness of the idea.
The moment of thought, of calculation, was easy to see splashed across her face, though it was impossible to tell what was being weighed, and how. Whatever was decided behind her face was settled with a nod, her gaze returning up to the preacher man's face. "I am Hester Mac Girr an Adhastair." Her name is rattled off in a single breath, and she leans in closer, waiting to hear her potential.
"If you don't use them, then how did you come here?" It felt like a gottem, though that wasn't necessarily Hester's intention. Her arms cross in front of her, brow-raising as she waited for his explanation, his excuse. Though all her brusqueness melted away the instant he said the Gods saw her, saw a possibility for her. Even if it was just empty words, just placations and deceit, Hester couldn't deny the attractiveness of the idea.
The moment of thought, of calculation, was easy to see splashed across her face, though it was impossible to tell what was being weighed, and how. Whatever was decided behind her face was settled with a nod, her gaze returning up to the preacher man's face. "I am Hester Mac Girr an Adhastair." Her name is rattled off in a single breath, and she leans in closer, waiting to hear her potential.
Hester
