The Ticking of the Clock
"no" the girl replied easily, staring straight at the man as he addressed her with unblinking yellow eyes. she wanted nothing from him but to leave as soon as possible. he seemed quite plain compared to her - though that was not vanity talking - and unthreatening. she should call her guard and have him chase the man away, yet the scent on his coat was clear. he had a healer's softness. his pelt reeked of herbs. "are you, per chance, a healer though?" she knew he was. but she wanted him to confirm it first.
her gaze finally drifted from his face to look about the swamplands. "I wanted to find some herbs that grow here, but I'm afraid of going further in by myself..." Huntington faked worry, a little shudder to her tone as she made the lie up. "I heard a witch and a cannibal live here." a half-truth, for a witch did live here. however, her guard was no cannibal. he was one of those self-righteous noble folk that irked her terribly.
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