Huginn, Muninn | See and Hear. | Whisper all | In Odin's ear.
It was probably better that Oliver hadn’t offered a handshake. Rance was familiar with the gesture, of course, he’d spent too much time with humans not to be, but he wasn’t a big fan of letting anyone get a hold of him in a situation he couldn’t control. He didn’t miss the way the blond — Oliver, and wasn’t that name familiar — relaxed, clearly judging — correctly — that Rance wasn’t going to attack him. Rance shrugged, his hand dropping from his hair to rest on his other hip.
“Rance,” The red-head replied with a nod of greeting, offering only as much as he was given. He still didn’t know what the fae looked like on this world and he wasn’t going to chance giving his full name to one accidentally. “I don’t know if they’re vision-granting, but I was headed for those over there.” He nodded his head toward the puddles a few yards away between broad-branched trees, never taking his eyes off Oliver. He shifted on his feet, though the move was more restlessness and preparing to step away gain than anything intentionally hostile. “None of the rumors I heard said we have to be alone when we look at ‘em, so you’re free to join me.”
“Rance,” The red-head replied with a nod of greeting, offering only as much as he was given. He still didn’t know what the fae looked like on this world and he wasn’t going to chance giving his full name to one accidentally. “I don’t know if they’re vision-granting, but I was headed for those over there.” He nodded his head toward the puddles a few yards away between broad-branched trees, never taking his eyes off Oliver. He shifted on his feet, though the move was more restlessness and preparing to step away gain than anything intentionally hostile. “None of the rumors I heard said we have to be alone when we look at ‘em, so you’re free to join me.”
