Vanity struck again, and yet somewhere inside of her, she knew very well that her thoughts and opinions mattered very little to the Gerudo. His only concern was his prerogative, something he wouldn't be sharing with her easily—if at all, and somehow she got the impression that he had very little intentions of ever gracing her ears with an explanation. She'd certainly done nothing to deserve it. And yet, two could play at that game.
But it wasn't as if she had any great plans set out for her. Just to survive, especially if things were as he said. A battlefield.
She watched him move with wary and suspicious eyes and when she realised it was done intentionally so, her gaze didn't miss his mark. Marks, she supposed. He had one, she thought. Only one. That was what the tales said. Did it mean... one of the others...
No. She didn't want to think that in the slightest.
"...How...?" she asked, unable to conceal her surprise as she brought her eyes back onto his face. "Impossible!" And if she'd been anymore stirred, she would have slammed a hand into the table. At best, it came out in a harsh whisper, as if she had to force the words out.
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But it wasn't as if she had any great plans set out for her. Just to survive, especially if things were as he said. A battlefield.
She watched him move with wary and suspicious eyes and when she realised it was done intentionally so, her gaze didn't miss his mark. Marks, she supposed. He had one, she thought. Only one. That was what the tales said. Did it mean... one of the others...
No. She didn't want to think that in the slightest.
"...How...?" she asked, unable to conceal her surprise as she brought her eyes back onto his face. "Impossible!" And if she'd been anymore stirred, she would have slammed a hand into the table. At best, it came out in a harsh whisper, as if she had to force the words out.