"You don't know that." The witch's response came flat and monotone, fixing him with a blank stare. A small silence grew between them as she let the words rest uncomfortably there for a moment, sweeping a hand up to rub the familiar place between her brows, pushing hair away from her forehead. "You don't know that, I might. I can imagine that a book detailing the process could be quite valuable to future generations, not just those you take as apprentices. The opportunity to share their craft and knowledge on such a potential scale would be an honor for some, I imagine." The question was, of course, if Are was such a person. Another heartbeat of sober silence passed as Mel shrugged her shoulders simply, head cocking to the side as a wry smirk tugged at her lips.
"I know what you mean, though. Don't think it falls on deaf ears." Few things ever did, though what conclusions and consequences she would wring from Are's cautions were entirely her own. The knowing grin lapsed into an expression usually reserved for particularly interesting or unusual specimens. "What is it you care about, then?" It was her gut that told her that it wasn't simply grain or healthy children or even shoes. It was a question he had practically begged her to ask. She'd wait at least to introduce herself before asking who exactly had bitten him, the warning sounding to her as though it could have come from a place of experience.
Nosy or curious? Where did the line lay between the two? Did it matter if she didn't appear overly interested in checking on which side she had landed.
"I know what you mean, though. Don't think it falls on deaf ears." Few things ever did, though what conclusions and consequences she would wring from Are's cautions were entirely her own. The knowing grin lapsed into an expression usually reserved for particularly interesting or unusual specimens. "What is it you care about, then?" It was her gut that told her that it wasn't simply grain or healthy children or even shoes. It was a question he had practically begged her to ask. She'd wait at least to introduce herself before asking who exactly had bitten him, the warning sounding to her as though it could have come from a place of experience.
Nosy or curious? Where did the line lay between the two? Did it matter if she didn't appear overly interested in checking on which side she had landed.
