Hester
You think you're hanging with the winners, girl
Slowly, the last note of her song fades into the morning air, and Hester pauses, pulling in a deep breath and holding it before releasing it into the air, letting it steam away. Then, she turns, face carefully guarded against whoever her audience is. The footsteps crunching behind hadn't gone unnoticed, after all, but it wasn't important enough for her to interrupt herself either.
A good thing she had made some efforts to steel herself, if only because it keeps her face from shifting when she sees the girl behind her, the Launceleyn one, all grown up. What was it with outlanders, and their apparent inability to age properly?
Hester's mouth opens quickly, an upward curl to her lips keeping sharpness from her tone when she speaks. "You looking for something? I can point you in the right direction, probably." Away, preferably, so she could continue her playing, but something told her she wasn't going to be that lucky.
A good thing she had made some efforts to steel herself, if only because it keeps her face from shifting when she sees the girl behind her, the Launceleyn one, all grown up. What was it with outlanders, and their apparent inability to age properly?
Hester's mouth opens quickly, an upward curl to her lips keeping sharpness from her tone when she speaks. "You looking for something? I can point you in the right direction, probably." Away, preferably, so she could continue her playing, but something told her she wasn't going to be that lucky.
cause you never seen 'em lose
