WHO: Two Geckos + an assortment of guest stars WHAT: Summary of content WHEN: Late Bloomingtide WHERE: The Gallows, misc. Kirkwall haunts. NOTES: Will update as needed.
The word has a warm glow to it. Doki is dragging her feet. She drags to a stop some steps too soon, not yet to the part where she is moving on past. Now they are close enough to see each other's eyes. Hers flick down, taking him in--then crinkle, amused.
"You do not have any, being new in town. This is what I think. This is good. Because--you know?--you are in Darktown? You were meaning to be coming here?"
There's no denying that it stings his pride a little, not having any money. But it wouldn't be the first time, and he and Seth will find some way to rectify the situation soon enough. Really, the most important thing she's said is new in town, because as much as he was okay with that being noticeable, he's aware that the extent of newness could be a vulnerability. The green light in his palm wasn't something to go flashing around.
Not that any of that concern shows. His chin tips up, cocky, expression smoothing incredulous and unimpressed.
"Why, are you looking for lost little lambs to rescue?"
She hefts her walking stick. It looked too heavy for her before, dragged along the ground. Now it is easily lifted.
"I have a crook." So. The stick makes an audible tock as she drops her arm again. "There is nothing to be rescuing you from now. But as they say: you are in Darktown, you only have to wait for a minute to be needing rescue."
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The word has a warm glow to it. Doki is dragging her feet. She drags to a stop some steps too soon, not yet to the part where she is moving on past. Now they are close enough to see each other's eyes. Hers flick down, taking him in--then crinkle, amused.
"You do not have any, being new in town. This is what I think. This is good. Because--you know?--you are in Darktown? You were meaning to be coming here?"
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Not that any of that concern shows. His chin tips up, cocky, expression smoothing incredulous and unimpressed.
"Why, are you looking for lost little lambs to rescue?"
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"I have a crook." So. The stick makes an audible tock as she drops her arm again. "There is nothing to be rescuing you from now. But as they say: you are in Darktown, you only have to wait for a minute to be needing rescue."
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"Maybe I'm here looking for lost little lambs." Implied: not to rescue.
It's not far from the truth, except he's after the wolves. And she's just confirmed this was exactly the right part of town to be looking for them.