[ She rakes her hair over her shoulder, the great mane of it almost... drifting, even if that could not be so. There is no water, here, after all. ]
... Mm. [ A simple hum of agreement. Her eyes drift over him, finally, comparing the little portrait the noisy box had given her. Trying to place him out of them, how they all swam so distantly in her mind's eye, at the moment. Placing him, with time, out of the dozen, as she gives ]
You are the Hunter. How fitting. You are as lovely as a spider's web.
[ Deadly and beautiful. Pity the fly, always pity the fly. Drawn to beautiful things. ]
I have better. [ there is no helping her throat is her little thought. it will never be healed. instead, she fishes out another drink from a bottle she had tightly sealed. ] Tell me, pretty spider, can you stand foul things too?
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... Mm. [ A simple hum of agreement. Her eyes drift over him, finally, comparing the little portrait the noisy box had given her. Trying to place him out of them, how they all swam so distantly in her mind's eye, at the moment. Placing him, with time, out of the dozen, as she gives ]
You are the Hunter. How fitting. You are as lovely as a spider's web.
[ Deadly and beautiful. Pity the fly, always pity the fly. Drawn to beautiful things. ]
I have better. [ there is no helping her throat is her little thought. it will never be healed. instead, she fishes out another drink from a bottle she had tightly sealed. ] Tell me, pretty spider, can you stand foul things too?