( She either has to commend him on his bravery, if he knows more than he's saying, to be within any sort of reach without knowing what it is she might do, or commend him on his excellent sense of personal space. Either way, it's a matter of balance and seeking the avenue of least resistance. There's nothing to defend here unless others attempted to extort the kind of information she cannot give. Even death doesn't have an always permanent hold.
If she trust what's been written. She doesn't, but it's filled with so many improbabilities, her wings being one of the many, that some of them are likely to be true. )
It seemed like the thing to do.
( Nevermind that her response on day two is to do this, creating a sense of something ridiculous to grasp for in an alien landscape. Jean's presence makes her aware there's more she needs to figure out with the journal, but the way it worked wasn't intuitive, and frankly, was unsettling overall.
She eyes his horse, nothing outright speculative. Only a thought and an observation. )
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If she trust what's been written. She doesn't, but it's filled with so many improbabilities, her wings being one of the many, that some of them are likely to be true. )
It seemed like the thing to do.
( Nevermind that her response on day two is to do this, creating a sense of something ridiculous to grasp for in an alien landscape. Jean's presence makes her aware there's more she needs to figure out with the journal, but the way it worked wasn't intuitive, and frankly, was unsettling overall.
She eyes his horse, nothing outright speculative. Only a thought and an observation. )
What kind of place has this been to you?