The grin clearly takes Peter a little by surprise, he was used to scowling faces at worst, and fake placating smiles at best. It was such a welcome change that he nearly offered her a smile back. Something about her was familiar, without being familiar. The memory of a time of comfort, of peace, so long ago now.
”No, I um... I don’t know.” The words are accompanied by a light shrug. Peter wasn’t sure if her words were actually looking for an answer, but he didn’t want it to seem like he wasn’t paying attanetion either. ”I’ve... well, the other... other people I worked for never got to,” he gestured around them, ”this part.” Somehow, he always thought the solution to his awkwardness was more talk, and, like usual, it only served to make him feel more awkward, shifting to stand more comfortable and glance away from Rexanna.
When she mentions that she’s also working with Zariah, his curiosity outweighs his anxiety, and Peter looked back up at her again, his brows knit together. ”What kind of... things are you... are you doing for her?” Having someone else around would be nice. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being around the other members of his family, far from it actually, but it would be nice to have someone else on the same level as him.
”Rexanna.” Peter repeated back with a nod, making sure he said it exactly as she had. ”I’m Peter. Peter Launceleyn.” The name was still new enough that he was excited about it, wanted it to be out there and remembered. ”You haveum... you have magic, right? What kind?” Knowing what he did about Zariah, Rexanna would have to have some kind to be working with her.
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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.
