[ Guinevere doesn't turn to him immediately. The fingers curled around her bow twitch as she continues to gaze out across the realm: his tone is too rich for an untitled man - he addresses her as 'lady', which never fails to amuse - and a low breath of laughter falls from her lips as they quirk to a grim smile. ]
I could ask you what soothes yours.
[ Because shouldn't a little ire have touched them all? To be taken from their homes, from the land they love ... She turns then, as proud and solemn as the warrior's blood within her, dark hair fluttering around her shoulder as a breeze wanders across the balcony.
... And by the gods, he's not human. Guinevere's eyes are dark, sharper than most, but one needn't be a hunter to reach that conclusion: in his silver raiment his skin seems luminous, pale and smooth as the fall of his hair. She tilts her head. ]
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[ Guinevere doesn't turn to him immediately. The fingers curled around her bow twitch as she continues to gaze out across the realm: his tone is too rich for an untitled man - he addresses her as 'lady', which never fails to amuse - and a low breath of laughter falls from her lips as they quirk to a grim smile. ]
I could ask you what soothes yours.
[ Because shouldn't a little ire have touched them all? To be taken from their homes, from the land they love ... She turns then, as proud and solemn as the warrior's blood within her, dark hair fluttering around her shoulder as a breeze wanders across the balcony.
... And by the gods, he's not human. Guinevere's eyes are dark, sharper than most, but one needn't be a hunter to reach that conclusion: in his silver raiment his skin seems luminous, pale and smooth as the fall of his hair. She tilts her head. ]
Are you a spirit?