She leans back on the heels of her palms, chin in the air, watching bough and branch move in the breeze while she thinks up just how to make him look good.
"Should I tell the darin' tale of how you took t'the saddle like a fish to water; a proud visage against the sunrise, hero t'man an' beast. When the far-off cries of two beleaguered souls, caught in a nest of demon bunnies, reached your ears, you an' your faithful steed raced to their aid."
Duncan snorts. Loudly.
The question catches her off-guard.
"Beggin' your pardon?"
She'll finish her tale of intrigue and daring do another time. She's peering down at him again, a line between her brows, and the soft suspicion that he's asking with something particular in mind caught in her eyes.
no subject
She leans back on the heels of her palms, chin in the air, watching bough and branch move in the breeze while she thinks up just how to make him look good.
"Should I tell the darin' tale of how you took t'the saddle like a fish to water; a proud visage against the sunrise, hero t'man an' beast. When the far-off cries of two beleaguered souls, caught in a nest of demon bunnies, reached your ears, you an' your faithful steed raced to their aid."
Duncan snorts. Loudly.
The question catches her off-guard.
"Beggin' your pardon?"
She'll finish her tale of intrigue and daring do another time. She's peering down at him again, a line between her brows, and the soft suspicion that he's asking with something particular in mind caught in her eyes.