Beatrix
Beatleste made Beatrix laugh, the sound sharp and harsh. "Okay," she shifted her weight slightly. "Loren? Will you show me how to get home? You know, because I'm new here." She decided to play into his delusion.
She was hoping that maybe he'd be more keen to go back to town, to the Academy. "I'm cold, Loren." It was a lie, Beatrix was well bundled against the cold. Something fishy was going on; either her big brother was... playing stupid, playing insane, or he'd eaten something or been slipped something...
She wasn't a healer. Loren was the healer. That meant she wasn't entirely sure who to take him too.
She was hoping that maybe he'd be more keen to go back to town, to the Academy. "I'm cold, Loren." It was a lie, Beatrix was well bundled against the cold. Something fishy was going on; either her big brother was... playing stupid, playing insane, or he'd eaten something or been slipped something...
She wasn't a healer. Loren was the healer. That meant she wasn't entirely sure who to take him too.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
