muddy and foxgloved

Cordelia

Much like the Lullaby, Cordelia hadn't even realized he was there at all. Nor did she realize just how close to the shrine she'd come. Her steps falter, head snapping up and amber eyes locking on Remi as her breath catches in her lungs, fingers twitching at her sides instinctively. Always ready to defend herself if need be. If it wasn't for the fact that she'd heard of this man before, seen him in brief flashes of Deimos's thoughts when he shared as much along the bond, the Attuned likely would have simply backed away. Instead she stays frozen in place, snowflakes collecting on the end of her lashes as she remains stock still much like her shift would to blend in, but she's been spotted and the moment of fight or flight had her unmoving.

She swallows thickly, struggling to find her voice, opening her mouth to speak only for nothing to come out. Cordelia clears her throat and tries again. "It's alright. I'm not here to pray." This wasn't a shrine for Frey and thus of no real use to her at this time. She wasn't sure Vi or Safrin would have much interest in her anyway.

Her own trepidation and curiosity would be palpable along the bond, not knowing that he could feel her emotions just as much as any other Attuned, unaware of what she was likely projecting. Not wanting to intrude, Cordelia takes a few steps back, finally making her body move as she wraps her arms around herself.

And all this time I have been lyin'
Oh, lyin' in secret to myself