Peter has watched some of Zariah’s petitioners come and go, his eyes slipping over nearly every single one. He wasn’t sitting in on the meetings, but liked to try to imagine what they had come for, what had been spoken of behind the heavy doors. Usually, it wasn’t interesting, but then the most beautiful woman he had ever seen entered the manor, looking like she was on a mission.
It was the most interesting thing. Peter has seen so far, and so he waited until she came back out. He doesn’t know what has transpired, the oath, and the memories that had been stirred up, but he does know that she leaves looking different than most of the others. There’s a purpose to her step, and so he follows along after her, not actually approaching until they were back in the settlement. Being around people is probably a better venue for a conversation than alone on a road.
Peter comes up behind Rexanna, teaching up to tap her shoulder and her her attention, then nearly folding his hands behind his back. ”You were... wait, no, I... Hello.” Barely remembering his manners, Peter tips his head in a greeting, then barrels on with his question. ”You were at the... at the manor, weren’t you?”
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
