I write sins, not tragedies
She does have such ears - sharp and honed, unlike her sense of taste or touch.
Which is why she gives him a bit of a funny glance right before he introduces himself, but otherwise keeps her opinions to herself until her observations either confirm his quirks, or the future offers an opportune moment to say something polite.
“Take it,” she says, noticing his glance towards what’s left of the blind hare and gesturing for him to go ahead. “I certainly won’t get anything from eating it.” She might have given it to someone in the Grounds, but with a person right here, she wasn’t about to take it away from them and their efforts. She straightens against the tree, pulling her legs into a more relaxed, crossed position, and shrugs at his next question. “Uneasy is the head that wears the crown.” Her fingers flicker towards her temple, one side of her mouth twitching in a wry expression. It’s cryptic, yes, but says enough - or so she thinks.
Which is why she gives him a bit of a funny glance right before he introduces himself, but otherwise keeps her opinions to herself until her observations either confirm his quirks, or the future offers an opportune moment to say something polite.
“Take it,” she says, noticing his glance towards what’s left of the blind hare and gesturing for him to go ahead. “I certainly won’t get anything from eating it.” She might have given it to someone in the Grounds, but with a person right here, she wasn’t about to take it away from them and their efforts. She straightens against the tree, pulling her legs into a more relaxed, crossed position, and shrugs at his next question. “Uneasy is the head that wears the crown.” Her fingers flicker towards her temple, one side of her mouth twitching in a wry expression. It’s cryptic, yes, but says enough - or so she thinks.
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