Beatrix
Beatrix listened, as the man described the orphans he used to care for, curiously. “Hm…” She murmured, committing his words to memory, because perhaps it would be useful to sketch out what she remembered—what she saw—maybe it’d help her piece together some things. Not particularly important things, by any means, but important enough to bother her a little bit.
She shrugged, when he stated that he hoped his child would have its mothers’ light, watching him with the infant as she sipped her drink. “You know, if you ever need a sitter, I’d not mind helping.” She had the Academy first and foremost, but… well, Jace would ask if she had an ulterior motive, truth be told, she wanted to learn more about Bastien and his child.
This was probably the nicest encounter she had ever had. And usually that was her fault, because she was a bit of a bitch.
She shrugged, when he stated that he hoped his child would have its mothers’ light, watching him with the infant as she sipped her drink. “You know, if you ever need a sitter, I’d not mind helping.” She had the Academy first and foremost, but… well, Jace would ask if she had an ulterior motive, truth be told, she wanted to learn more about Bastien and his child.
This was probably the nicest encounter she had ever had. And usually that was her fault, because she was a bit of a bitch.
Aren't you trying too hard to please me?
