Huginn, Muninn | See and Hear. | Whisper all | In Odin's ear.
Oliver would see a tall, lithe man, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, long legs clad in faded black leather and ending in well-worn leather boots. His shirt and jacket were equally faded charcoal grey or black. He wore no weapons — never had, didn’t even know how to use one, though Oliver wouldn’t know that — and carried no pack.
While Rance had prepared for the possibility of meeting irritated Fae, rambling beasts, even belligerent trees, meeting another non-Fae hadn’t been on his list of possibilities. Which, why wouldn’t there be others out hunting for magical puddles as well? Rance, stiffened, the corner of his mouth pulling tight for a second in the only outward sign of surprise. He reached up and ran a hand through short, tousled auburn hair, turning his bright blue eyes toward the newcomer. He hooked the thumb of his other hand on the waist of his trousers. He was trying to look unconcerned even while muscles tensed to take flight should the situation turn dangerous.
“Likely the same as you. Lookin’ for magical puddles.” He swept his gaze over the stranger, noting his weapon along with his appearance. Small, blonde, and cute enough to be disarming if Rance hadn’t met so many small, dangerous Hidden folk back home.
While Rance had prepared for the possibility of meeting irritated Fae, rambling beasts, even belligerent trees, meeting another non-Fae hadn’t been on his list of possibilities. Which, why wouldn’t there be others out hunting for magical puddles as well? Rance, stiffened, the corner of his mouth pulling tight for a second in the only outward sign of surprise. He reached up and ran a hand through short, tousled auburn hair, turning his bright blue eyes toward the newcomer. He hooked the thumb of his other hand on the waist of his trousers. He was trying to look unconcerned even while muscles tensed to take flight should the situation turn dangerous.
“Likely the same as you. Lookin’ for magical puddles.” He swept his gaze over the stranger, noting his weapon along with his appearance. Small, blonde, and cute enough to be disarming if Rance hadn’t met so many small, dangerous Hidden folk back home.
