Hester
I've told you time and time again
The heat invading her cheeks only swells under his praise, spreading like a weed to cover her entire face, her ears. Hester can't quite bring herself to meet Chulane's gaze right away, but she manages to look at least a little bit casual about it, a nervous little smile gracing her lips. With a little bit of extra effort, she manages to school it into something cheeky, something overly confident again to reply to his next words. "You better! Not everyone gets to see me practice!" Only her parents, really, and only by virtue of living under the same roof.
It's not quite accurate to say Hester loves gossip (though it's not inaccurate either), but she always insisted, out loud and privately to herself, that she simply loved knowing things. And this was a love made clear by the way she settled in, chin in hand, all of her focus on Chulane's words. Almost immediately though, her brows pull together. "Study? On a date?" She does her best to not scoff, and a good thing too, because more of an explanation comes, and oh, that makes sense. "Monster hunting sounds... dangerous. And what even counts as a monster?"
"That sounds so sweet." Hester smiled wide at the laugh that left her new companion, an almost wistful tone in her voice. "She must be happy, being with someone who thinks like that."
It's impossible for Hester's bashfulness to last, especially in the face of such an overwhelming praise. Gods and spirits, she needed to play for more outlanders. A hand rises to her chest, only adding to the surprise, the joy on her face when she levels a smile on Chuy. "That's a much more exciting way to think about it."
It's not quite accurate to say Hester loves gossip (though it's not inaccurate either), but she always insisted, out loud and privately to herself, that she simply loved knowing things. And this was a love made clear by the way she settled in, chin in hand, all of her focus on Chulane's words. Almost immediately though, her brows pull together. "Study? On a date?" She does her best to not scoff, and a good thing too, because more of an explanation comes, and oh, that makes sense. "Monster hunting sounds... dangerous. And what even counts as a monster?"
"That sounds so sweet." Hester smiled wide at the laugh that left her new companion, an almost wistful tone in her voice. "She must be happy, being with someone who thinks like that."
It's impossible for Hester's bashfulness to last, especially in the face of such an overwhelming praise. Gods and spirits, she needed to play for more outlanders. A hand rises to her chest, only adding to the surprise, the joy on her face when she levels a smile on Chuy. "That's a much more exciting way to think about it."
You sing the words, but don't know what it means
