The leaf was definitely doing the trick, as The Huntress didn't even find the sight of another an annoyance. If anything, in that moment, she felt bad for them. What the scenario was, she did not know, but the crestfallen look - albeit short - spoke volumes.
It reminded her of herself.
Even if the moment passed quickly visually, it seemed there was still more there. The Huntress watched, ever silent, as the stranger decided to stay at the tree. Settled in and sorting... mushrooms.
While nice, it was also odd to be totally ignored. At least, in Arlathan, it was odd. Anywhere else she went, people ignored her left, right, and center. Even before leaving the Qun, she'd been ignored unless specifically required for the services of the Huntsmaster.
Wordlessly, and even without a sigh, The Huntress leaned down from her perch. She held the still smoking pipe in her hand in view of the stranger.
It reminded her of herself.
Even if the moment passed quickly visually, it seemed there was still more there. The Huntress watched, ever silent, as the stranger decided to stay at the tree. Settled in and sorting... mushrooms.
While nice, it was also odd to be totally ignored. At least, in Arlathan, it was odd. Anywhere else she went, people ignored her left, right, and center. Even before leaving the Qun, she'd been ignored unless specifically required for the services of the Huntsmaster.
Wordlessly, and even without a sigh, The Huntress leaned down from her perch. She held the still smoking pipe in her hand in view of the stranger.
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