dear_mun | Formerly of betenoire

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Formerly of betenoire_rp

I can hear those ideas of yours, swirling around inside of your head. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Like a thousand gadflies.

[A brief pause.]

I don't care, you know. As long as they do not involve me, I am content.

Not content.

I am...

[She sighs softly into the abyss.]

Does it matter? I suppose not.

At rest. At rest, if not at peace.

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You ask a wolf for her name? You are brave, aren't you?

[And now for her favorite game of the multiverse: Will Eliot keep his eyes?]

Cassandra.

[He raises an eyebrow at the question. There's a couple of answers he could give: You look like a woman to me, or One of my best friends in Dagaz was a wolf...

But then she says her name, and he does, in fact, keep his eyes, but now both eyebrows do a little leap upward. Oh.]

It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Should he tack Your Highness onto the end of that? He decides against it. They don't need to be getting into titles here.]

I wouldn't be bothered about it, by the way. If you were a wolf. I was a fox once, myself.

[Gracefully played. Although she doesn't much care for "pleasure to meet you." People are awfully careless with that remark.

The fox part, fortunately, garners more attention.]

A fox.