He jests about demons, but perhaps he is not far from the truth. She isn’t sure what haunts her mind at night, just as she isn’t sure (for her memory remains cloaked in fog) what it was that drove her into the waves that day. As far as she is concerned, they are her own sort of demons; attached firmly in the back of her mind, making their appearance when she least expects it.
He is witty and full of remarks but Briseis is still rusty in the ways of conversation. ”I’ve made it a habit to avoid all demonic activity,” she says simply. With still cautious eyes she watches the wolf, still not entirely sure how to take him. He speaks of Sylva, and Leilan makes a comment, but Briseis has not been here long enough to know the differences between the lands. She remembers though that Kagerus had referred to Hyaline as a sanctuary kingdom, which must mean that not all of the lands were so kind and welcoming.
And with that Crevan makes his exit, and she watches him go with an expression of both faint amusement but also a bit perplexed. Beqanna was indeed an odd place. She didn’t know of anywhere else that a wolf appeared of nowhere, made a few smart remarks, and then left. But now the black mare diverts her attention to Leilan, her dark brown eyes peering at him from behind a tangled forelock. She shakes her head at his offer to walk her home, for the more the adrenaline began to wear off the more aware she became of the way her legs still tingled with fatigue. ”I think I’ll just wait until morning. It was a long run, and it seems like an even more daunting walk.” There is a slight pause, thinking back to what the wolf had said earlier, and Leilan’s retort. ”You said Sylva wasn’t your choice of places. Why is that?”
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Leilan]