WESSEX
Well then it’s a good thing that neither of them asked, and neither of them volunteered. Politeness is an easy and convenient enough mask to maintain while keeping your enemies-slash-strangers are arm’s length. His apparent nervousness regarding Ludo, however, makes her tilt her own head a bit in confusion. Ludo? What…? She shakes her head, making a little face. “No. Definitely not. He’d likely rather kill me with sunshine than ask me to do anything for him.” Wessex, however, chooses not to reveal that The Voice has asked it of her. With everything that’s gone on lately, she wouldn’t dare to assume (not like before) that he is either friend or foe of her Lady.
But she does offer him a smile and a quick nod of thanks. The barter offer is on the table and Remi can do with it what he wishes. Except… she isn’t sure how this works. A hand tucks some stray hair behind her ear in an awkward, time-filling gesture. “So… should I stick around or come back later, or…?” Not trying to cramp the guy’s magic style, or anything. Some work well with an audience. Some don’t. She assumes (there we go again….) he has a life, too. And was on his way to do something.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
