Waiting expectantly, the pleasant sort of half-smile on her face slips when Wysteria's attention slides off of her and skirts the room. She has to resist the urge to follow her gaze and see what she is looking at. Her cheeks redden and she stands up even straighter, arms suddenly rigid, folding across her chest. What, did she say something ridiculous? How could she have?
Clearing her throat, she notices Wysteria looking at the backs of her hands, which she has just tucked into her arms; she shows her what she is undoubtedly looking for, the neat seam on her palm, the mark that makes her special and one of them at the same time.
It's even more annoying to not know what the 'Silent Plains' refers to.
She opens her mouth hotly to argue this, but is cut short (ha) by Wysteria's sudden answer.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Clearing her throat, she notices Wysteria looking at the backs of her hands, which she has just tucked into her arms; she shows her what she is undoubtedly looking for, the neat seam on her palm, the mark that makes her special and one of them at the same time.
It's even more annoying to not know what the 'Silent Plains' refers to.
She opens her mouth hotly to argue this, but is cut short (ha) by Wysteria's sudden answer.
"Oh."
Yes, obviously. Vega puffs her cheeks out. "Why?"
no subject