You had big, big, big plans, you used to play gracefully with your mythical hands
"I know other people have more impressive shifts than me." She offers with a shrug, pleased nonetheless at the surprise her shift caused. "My brother can turn into an ursur." The bag of wool at her side spoke to the individual uses of the shift though, and Hester rather smugly thought she came out on top.
"Which do you prefer?" Hester asks, letting the older woman decide just how formal she wanted to be treated. Either is fine with her, though the choice will affect how open she is with things. There's a difference between a friendly relationship, and a professional one, after all.
Of course the woman wouldn't know if she'd met an attuned before, if the shift wasn't made obvious. "That... makes sense, actually. I guess unless someone says something, everyone looks the same." A bright laugh leaves her. "How... does it work for outlanders? Were you... what you are now, where you came from?' It's an awkward wording, only befitting such an awkward question.
And it seems thats all she's asking, judging by the response Mallorie has to the question of how long she's been around. Hester wonders if she'd feel the same kind of pause, if she'd be as cavalier falling into another, inhospitable seeming world. "A bad time to fall in." The attuned tries to joke, tries to lighten the mood.
"It's nicer come Flowerbirth. The air stops trying to kill you."
"Which do you prefer?" Hester asks, letting the older woman decide just how formal she wanted to be treated. Either is fine with her, though the choice will affect how open she is with things. There's a difference between a friendly relationship, and a professional one, after all.
Of course the woman wouldn't know if she'd met an attuned before, if the shift wasn't made obvious. "That... makes sense, actually. I guess unless someone says something, everyone looks the same." A bright laugh leaves her. "How... does it work for outlanders? Were you... what you are now, where you came from?' It's an awkward wording, only befitting such an awkward question.
And it seems thats all she's asking, judging by the response Mallorie has to the question of how long she's been around. Hester wonders if she'd feel the same kind of pause, if she'd be as cavalier falling into another, inhospitable seeming world. "A bad time to fall in." The attuned tries to joke, tries to lighten the mood.
"It's nicer come Flowerbirth. The air stops trying to kill you."
Hester
