to neverless wonder
02-14-2017, 06:54 PM
The woman did not seem at all pleased with his arrival. He didn't blame her, of course. If he'd been in her shoes, Gideon is certain he'd feel at least a little bit threatened by a stranger appearing out of no where, searching for something he obviously had. Despite himself, a laugh bubbled up and out of his mouth. "Hardly, I can't remember the last time I gave them a good wash," he quipped, voice laced with more sarcasm than he might have allowed if he'd given himself a moment to think about it. Of course, he was too crestfallen to give it much thought. If she hadn't found even a single candidate, there was no way he would. Gideon cast a forlorn look at the depth of the trees. He'd likely have a better time finding somewhere out of the wind here on the shoreline where he could at least see. He cursed the day's earlier jovialities for distracting him from the ever present need to survive. Okay, perhaps that was a tad dramatic, but it wasn't like he wanted to spend a night unsheltered if he didn't absolutely have to. "Well, please don't be offended, but I trust your judgement less than the island's interior." He made to continue along the beach, taking a few steps forward before a thought struck him. "What's your name, stranger? If I'm beset by beasties in the night, I need to know who to howl for." He was half tempted to send her a wink. Gideon wasn't sure what had imbued him with such a mercurial spirit, but he would credit at least a shred of it to the woman's own barbed tongue. He didn't feel she was he sort he ought to restrain himself around, if only because she had already been a bit crude herself. |