The old boys hold all the cards

*Fel* · 12-24-2020, 07:11 PM

Curled up beside the sweet form of Sibyl, Fel watched as she worked. Ears perked as the tiny fae spoke though Fel made no comment. She simply absorbed the words as the pale woman gave her a glimpse of her past. Fel could imagine Sibyl as a young student, getting into trouble but learning what she could. It almost made her smile. Almost. There was still too much sadness within her for smiles, but the thoughts were a welcome distraction.

Fel unfurled her body a bit, leaning over so that she could more clearly see what Sibyl was doing. The woman was sharing her interest and it would be rude to not show her own. "I've never made one, but I've stolen one." Now she smirked. She'd pilfered a satchel from a dead wolf along with their belongings. Who knew what she'd even done with the bag after she took the goods home? There were other containers used to do other things, but she didn't care for any of them and she certainly had never taken the time to craft her own.

"So you were trained to be a healer?" She stated the obvious, but it was the way to invite in further conversation. Fel wanted to know about the woman beside her. The more time they spent together, the more of a pull she felt. They weren't strangers anymore. They were less than strangers and, if Fel had her way, they would be much much more. Ruby eyes searched the side of the pale fae's face. She wanted to hear more of what Sibyl was like.

"Speech"

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The old boys hold all the cards

Fel aka pretty lady

Fel