[se] stretching new wings

Cordelia had been around Deimos enough that she was getting better at reading his expressions. That being said, she noticed the way the corners of his mouth tightened and his brow raised, an amused glint in his eyes as he fought back whatever amusement she had stirred up. The younger woman rolled her eyes at him, sitting herself down beside him and stretching out her legs, leaning into his space so she might take a look at his notebook. Whether the Sword liked it or not, Cordelia looked up to him like she might a brother and as such, she followed him around the same way a younger sibling did. "That looks nice. Making it for someone?" She inquired curiously, wondering if it was a gift for Deepfrost and who it might be for. The young Attuned was already working on a gift for her own for Noah. Arrows fletched with raven feathers. It's what she came out here for originally before Deimos caught her attention and she gave into the urge to follow him. His own question surprised her and she shook her head, "No, I just saw you leave. I was coming out here to get some things for arrowheads, but then you went this way too. Thought it would be good practice to try and keep up." She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, offering him a small smile before shrugging off her pack, placing it between her splayed legs. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run