Eleven. The same girl who contacted me specifically to ask if I was a princess. [ With her gaze directed outward as it is, there's no indication that she notices anything about his shift in complexion, or the signals that her increased proximity to him has any obvious outward effect. She only knows what she wants, and where she presently wants to be now that she's successfully confirmed he isn't among the cluster of recent disappearances.
Whether there's a distinct lack of body heat or not matters little — the dress and jacket she'd clad in do enough to keep her protected from the occasional colder breeze, although if she does become too chilled to endure another moment up here the idle thought occurs that she could always prompt him to call his other form back so she can take advantage of the heat that can be conjured within his interior. ]
It is a view at that. [ She knows his weight can bear her, has few qualms about settling herself against the slope of his shoulder, turning so that her forehead nudges closer to his jaw even while she refuses to surrender their surroundings in her sight altogether. And while she lets his explanation of various landmarks go uninterrupted, the question he then poses to her directly is one that gives her a longer pause. ]
There aren't many places worth recreating. [ Not from her past, and she wouldn't be willing to subject anyone to Aretuza, but perhaps her brief time spent in Rinde and the mayor's home — that had been one of her more enjoyable lodgings. ] Maybe something closer to an approximation rather than the genuine article.
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Whether there's a distinct lack of body heat or not matters little — the dress and jacket she'd clad in do enough to keep her protected from the occasional colder breeze, although if she does become too chilled to endure another moment up here the idle thought occurs that she could always prompt him to call his other form back so she can take advantage of the heat that can be conjured within his interior. ]
It is a view at that. [ She knows his weight can bear her, has few qualms about settling herself against the slope of his shoulder, turning so that her forehead nudges closer to his jaw even while she refuses to surrender their surroundings in her sight altogether. And while she lets his explanation of various landmarks go uninterrupted, the question he then poses to her directly is one that gives her a longer pause. ]
There aren't many places worth recreating. [ Not from her past, and she wouldn't be willing to subject anyone to Aretuza, but perhaps her brief time spent in Rinde and the mayor's home — that had been one of her more enjoyable lodgings. ] Maybe something closer to an approximation rather than the genuine article.