ASHE
does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
Deimos laughed just barely, a sound of distant thunder, and she found herself quirking a brow in reply, fighting the half smile pulling at her lips. It had become too easy to laugh freely with strangers lately. Thinking back on her discussion with a certain loreseeker, it occurred to her to wonder if that was actually a bad thing or not. Was it? Every instinct roared that it was. Idiocy, letting her guard down.
She did huff and nod in agreement, at least. ”Reality’s a bitch,” she echoed, her tone dry. She took a deep breath, working on relaxing the hostility in her stance, to match the careful curiosity she felt from the man. She glanced him over, tilting her head as she assessed and weighed and considered.
Exploring. It seemed an easy explanation, didn’t it? That’s what she was doing, to some effect. She hardly knew the Greatwood, and Ludo’s wood had been the first place she’d been drawn to. It wasn’t as if she had anything else she could do, helpless to her family going missing, helpless to her brother getting sick, helpless to the Launcelyn takeover.
Ashe crossed her arms as the question was turned back on her, biting the inside of her lip with thought. ”Exploring too, I guess,” she said with a half shrug, but there was an edge of bitterness to her tone. ”I needed something to do.” She glanced to the trees, solemn and quiet. ”You’ve faced those things before? What else is out here?”
She did huff and nod in agreement, at least. ”Reality’s a bitch,” she echoed, her tone dry. She took a deep breath, working on relaxing the hostility in her stance, to match the careful curiosity she felt from the man. She glanced him over, tilting her head as she assessed and weighed and considered.
Exploring. It seemed an easy explanation, didn’t it? That’s what she was doing, to some effect. She hardly knew the Greatwood, and Ludo’s wood had been the first place she’d been drawn to. It wasn’t as if she had anything else she could do, helpless to her family going missing, helpless to her brother getting sick, helpless to the Launcelyn takeover.
Ashe crossed her arms as the question was turned back on her, biting the inside of her lip with thought. ”Exploring too, I guess,” she said with a half shrug, but there was an edge of bitterness to her tone. ”I needed something to do.” She glanced to the trees, solemn and quiet. ”You’ve faced those things before? What else is out here?”
I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy.
