Huginn, Muninn | See and Hear. | Whisper all | In Odin's ear.
Rance still wasn’t sure how much he could trust a seemingly friendly traveler in the woods, but Oliver hadn’t tried to rob him yet, so that was something in his favor. And having the proximity of the fortune-telling pools of water confirmed made him feel a little safer in his choice to land here. He hadn’t expected to be thanked for his invitation — it wasn’t as if Rance had any finders rights over a damned puddle — but the unexpected politeness and smile had a corner of Rance’s mouth kicking up as well. “Yeah, no problem.”
The politeness continued and with a question that had his brows rising, then dropping as his smile became a brief wince. He wasn’t offended, not really. There were far too many people who couldn’t tell the difference between crows and their much larger cousins. It probably helped that Oliver had approached the question so cautiously. “Raven. Crows are less than half my size.” The question combined with the man’s name and voice all clicked together in Rance’s head and his expression opened up again, this time with surprise. “Wait — spotted cat? In that Deimos guy’s hunting party?” The one who’d screamed bloody murder about snakes and gotten the second round of the belligerent pheasants?
The politeness continued and with a question that had his brows rising, then dropping as his smile became a brief wince. He wasn’t offended, not really. There were far too many people who couldn’t tell the difference between crows and their much larger cousins. It probably helped that Oliver had approached the question so cautiously. “Raven. Crows are less than half my size.” The question combined with the man’s name and voice all clicked together in Rance’s head and his expression opened up again, this time with surprise. “Wait — spotted cat? In that Deimos guy’s hunting party?” The one who’d screamed bloody murder about snakes and gotten the second round of the belligerent pheasants?
