WHO: six, marcus, marcoulf, barrow, matthias, laura & derrica WHAT: escorting some stranded orphans back to ostwick WHEN: firstfall 9:45 WHERE: on the road to ostwick NOTES: n/a.
Laura knows, as he speaks, that this is an area in which she has no useful experience. Even if she'd been a child, with time to stare wide-eyed at other people, she'd never met other children; she would not have known whether her experiences were universal. (As it is, she's found that they are not, as a rule, commonly shared.) So she's willing to consider the idea, even without all his justifications bolstering the suggestion.
"What would you tell them?" she asks, when he's explained himself and seems to have come to something like a breath. There are things she would dislike the orphans to know about--most things, she realizes, that are true about her--and while Matthias would never tell them unpleasant stories about her, there are few stories that aren't.
But if it would work...perhaps they could know something of her. She looks down at her free hand, the one that isn't clutching at Matthias', at her knuckles. A bruise is ground pale on them, but they are otherwise unmarked. Perhaps they do not have to be quite as frightening, if she knows what Matthias wants to say about her. He could tell them she is not frightening, and she could attempt to be...not frightening. Friendly? Willing to kill for them, at least, which is more important.
"I would tell 'em you're brave." Easy answer. He smiles over at Laura after he's given it, letting that reply have a moment before he goes on to the rest. "And clever, and that you can get people for 'em, if they need it, 'cause you're good and you aren't afraid of much. Or anything, maybe. I dunno if you are. It doesn't seem like it, to me. And I'd tell 'em a little bit about your claws, but just enough so they know that they're brilliant. Like, you could cut an apple in half, in the air, if someone threw it at you. So imagine what you could do if like, a bear came along and tried to tear us all to bits. You could fight a bear and win."
There's no reality in which Laura would lose, so Matthias says that with great and assured confidence, and gives her fingers another little squeeze for good measure, and another little smile. She'd murder a bear. He knows it.
"And maybe you could show off a little bit as well. Not competing with anyone or anything. Not even like on purpose. Just, stand somewhere, and then, oops, claw. We ought to work out which one of 'em has the biggest mouth," he adds, thoughtfully, "and make sure they're the one that sees it, 'cause then we're guaranteed that the story'd get out quickly. It'll be easy, once we get that going."
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"What would you tell them?" she asks, when he's explained himself and seems to have come to something like a breath. There are things she would dislike the orphans to know about--most things, she realizes, that are true about her--and while Matthias would never tell them unpleasant stories about her, there are few stories that aren't.
But if it would work...perhaps they could know something of her. She looks down at her free hand, the one that isn't clutching at Matthias', at her knuckles. A bruise is ground pale on them, but they are otherwise unmarked. Perhaps they do not have to be quite as frightening, if she knows what Matthias wants to say about her. He could tell them she is not frightening, and she could attempt to be...not frightening. Friendly? Willing to kill for them, at least, which is more important.
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There's no reality in which Laura would lose, so Matthias says that with great and assured confidence, and gives her fingers another little squeeze for good measure, and another little smile. She'd murder a bear. He knows it.
"And maybe you could show off a little bit as well. Not competing with anyone or anything. Not even like on purpose. Just, stand somewhere, and then, oops, claw. We ought to work out which one of 'em has the biggest mouth," he adds, thoughtfully, "and make sure they're the one that sees it, 'cause then we're guaranteed that the story'd get out quickly. It'll be easy, once we get that going."