Weak knees from the level, I’m sick from the treble, I’m your type of metal
Some part of Hester recoils as the figure actually stops, and turns to answer her. She hadn’t expected it to work, for some reason. Perhaps the woods putting her in a strange mood. ”Hello, I...” The girl just about stumbles over a root as she stumbles over her answer, her arms spreading out to try and catch herself. ”I’m not lost. I don’t think so, at least.” It hadn’t struck her until that very moment, but she does feel out of place, her newly steadied feet shuffling in the dirt.
She’s come here for a reason though. And no scruffy man is going to intimidate her away from it. ”These are um... they’re Ludo’s woods, aren’t they?” Her voice quavers, but Hester steps forward hesitantly. ”I have a task to complete here.” Her tough, independent facade falls away quickly, an addendum tacked on in a single breath. ”If that’s alright.”
She’s come here for a reason though. And no scruffy man is going to intimidate her away from it. ”These are um... they’re Ludo’s woods, aren’t they?” Her voice quavers, but Hester steps forward hesitantly. ”I have a task to complete here.” Her tough, independent facade falls away quickly, an addendum tacked on in a single breath. ”If that’s alright.”
Hester
