[it takes her a moment or so to realize that the young voice is addressing her, and she looks up from her goblet, her expression remaining stoic and forlorn. large clear eyes trace the tattoos and she tilts her head in a subtle manner that's not entirely human.
she doesn't rise from her seat and she doesn't wave back. it's not that she's unfriendly (although maybe it's because she is) she's just an old proud lonely thing in a new dying body.
so she's a bit aloof. though there's something about this boy that keeps her from ignoring him. a certain something she can no longer sense.]
You are marked.
[it's said bluntly, again looking at his tattoos.]
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she doesn't rise from her seat and she doesn't wave back. it's not that she's unfriendly (although maybe it's because she is) she's just an old proud lonely thing in a new dying body.
so she's a bit aloof. though there's something about this boy that keeps her from ignoring him. a certain something she can no longer sense.]
You are marked.
[it's said bluntly, again looking at his tattoos.]