Delphine
"Information? What sort?" She eyed the man, wondering what information she'd possibly be able to give him. Or what favor he might seek out. She felt weary, like she'd stepped up to the wrong man, but alas.
She was here now. No going back.
"A favor seems more likely, however." Her gaze had stayed on him, as he moved a bit closer. She wasn't noticeably tense, still trying to figure out why she felt as if she knew him. "Since we're bartering in this manner," she paused to allow her gaze to wander the street, almost as if she feared another ghost from her past, "Do you know where I might find some hallucinogenic herbs?" Nobody was paying them mind, and she could easily lie about why she wanted the herbs. Or not. Truth was, the her addiction aided the painting process. The mothering process. It made her nicer to the children. Or, well, she assumed.
She was here now. No going back.
"A favor seems more likely, however." Her gaze had stayed on him, as he moved a bit closer. She wasn't noticeably tense, still trying to figure out why she felt as if she knew him. "Since we're bartering in this manner," she paused to allow her gaze to wander the street, almost as if she feared another ghost from her past, "Do you know where I might find some hallucinogenic herbs?" Nobody was paying them mind, and she could easily lie about why she wanted the herbs. Or not. Truth was, the her addiction aided the painting process. The mothering process. It made her nicer to the children. Or, well, she assumed.
Let me make you smile, darling.
