LOCKE
He misses her startle, if you could call it that, the darkness simply too dark for him. He does hear her move and it reminds him that cat eyes are not his default. Partially shifting still feels strange to him but at least he can see her better now. Locke tilts his head, "Suppose that's true." He's torn, for a moment, with how to respond to her.
So he just shrugs, "Also true. Jus' wasn't expectin' to find someone out here, I guess." Is she an Ascended? "Kind of a weird time to be pickin' flowers?" He stuffs his hands into his pockets, the cold air much less fun without fur. He studies her for a moment more, trying to figure out why a woman would be alone, in the wilds, during Long Night.
"You an Ascended?"
So he just shrugs, "Also true. Jus' wasn't expectin' to find someone out here, I guess." Is she an Ascended? "Kind of a weird time to be pickin' flowers?" He stuffs his hands into his pockets, the cold air much less fun without fur. He studies her for a moment more, trying to figure out why a woman would be alone, in the wilds, during Long Night.
"You an Ascended?"
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in-between is mine
The in-between is mine
