guess I'll just die then :)
09-08-2019, 02:59 PM
“Is that right? How shameful” the man remarked casually but said no more on the matter. She gave her name – some odd foreign one – and he knew he would commit it to memory. Instead of uttering it under his breath like a fool, Hemlock ran it over in his mind a few times to make sure he remembered how it was said. He could, now that he was comfortably instilled in conversation, smell that she belonged to a community. Which one was beyond his knowledge; he had not gone by her pack’s land yet and only met one other pack wolf. Ragnheiðr was not part of Valhalla.
Though her next few words were amusing. His amber eyes danced with mirth as he turned back to her. “Are you a damsel in distress, though?” Hemlock replied with a raised brow. He chuckled lightly at her dry tone, her exhaustion with him already apparent “you aren’t panicking and throwing a fit, hm? You do not need rescuing. Perhaps that term isn’t good for you, Miss Ragnheiðr.” she did not seem to be upset about her predicament, and he knew exactly where the exit was. He could even show her if she chose to be a better host. Or, you know, she could remain down here. It was no skin off his back.
“I should think with your confident air, you’re better equipped to handling yourself” Hemlock went on, stating what he saw so far over attempting to charm her. his tone was a matter of fact as well. Perhaps she was one of those dreary wolves who always saw the negative. Either way, he turned from her to pace a few steps. His muzzle followed the river, tracing it mentally from the ceiling into the crashing pools below. Once he had mapped the flow, his body twisted back to view her. “unless I’m mistaken.” Which he doubted.
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Though her next few words were amusing. His amber eyes danced with mirth as he turned back to her. “Are you a damsel in distress, though?” Hemlock replied with a raised brow. He chuckled lightly at her dry tone, her exhaustion with him already apparent “you aren’t panicking and throwing a fit, hm? You do not need rescuing. Perhaps that term isn’t good for you, Miss Ragnheiðr.” she did not seem to be upset about her predicament, and he knew exactly where the exit was. He could even show her if she chose to be a better host. Or, you know, she could remain down here. It was no skin off his back.
“I should think with your confident air, you’re better equipped to handling yourself” Hemlock went on, stating what he saw so far over attempting to charm her. his tone was a matter of fact as well. Perhaps she was one of those dreary wolves who always saw the negative. Either way, he turned from her to pace a few steps. His muzzle followed the river, tracing it mentally from the ceiling into the crashing pools below. Once he had mapped the flow, his body twisted back to view her. “unless I’m mistaken.” Which he doubted.
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