It would be a lie to say that Margot does not notice Eddie’s strange appearance; but she certainly does not notice it before she notices all the love twisting and turning his gut. She merely blinks as his gangly appearance takes shape. All strange Baltian, aquatic features and stuttered, Stratosian feathering.
The laugh that Margot barks out comes as a surprise to even her. She blinks in pure surprise at Eddie, though there is no real malice in her gaze.
“You wish you knew?” she questions.
“It’s rare I get to hear something so pitiful.”
There’s honest pity in her eyes—pity and perhaps a bit of sympathy. While never really plagued with such melancholy aimlessness, Margot understands the idea of being truly lost. She frowns, reaching out for the love she felt so strongly before. His affection beats so wildly around him that Margot almost—almost—feels how much pain he exists in.
“Ah,” Margot exhales as the stallion continues. Another displaced refugee.
“Eddie . . . I’m Margot,” she answers, then cocks her head. “You’re in Beqanna. At the River. If that wasn’t already obvious.” The laugh that leaves her mouth rings delicately around them.
“Your family,” the porcelain woman starts again, chewing on the rest of her thought before continuing. “I don’t know where they are, probably. You love them, though, yes?” The question is perhaps a bit too eager, the words tumbling out of her mouth as if a dam behind her teeth has broken.
@eddie <3