... [ It's so much easier to lie, really, despite being terrible at outright lies, and rather better at subterfuge. At quiet. ] Of course I do. It's my father's legacy. It's useless, but it's his, and he gave it to me.
[ There's the emotion underlying those words, the way her eyes drop down and she's studying nothing in particular on the ground, corner of her lips just barely curling upward. She loves him, and hates the circumstances, and always knew she'd do what was asked because she'd never been the one to fight against it. To what end?
Her fingertips press down against the wood, tenting her fingers, turning the skin under the bed of her nails white.
Lute keeps one ear hidden under that ruff of his curved to listen to Annie. Otherwise his attention is for the Kricketune, dipping his head and his horn in a polite greeting. He looks out over the garden, then back to the Kricketune, allowing his admiration to speak through how he held himself and softened his eyes. ]
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[ There's the emotion underlying those words, the way her eyes drop down and she's studying nothing in particular on the ground, corner of her lips just barely curling upward. She loves him, and hates the circumstances, and always knew she'd do what was asked because she'd never been the one to fight against it. To what end?
Her fingertips press down against the wood, tenting her fingers, turning the skin under the bed of her nails white.
Lute keeps one ear hidden under that ruff of his curved to listen to Annie. Otherwise his attention is for the Kricketune, dipping his head and his horn in a polite greeting. He looks out over the garden, then back to the Kricketune, allowing his admiration to speak through how he held himself and softened his eyes. ]