Remington had been her first. They’d found the litter when journeying towards Gwern. He had been the one constant, unwavering thing in her life. When she managed to push everyone away the stubborn hound was the only one brave enough to stay. Losing him had been the final nail in the coffin of sticking out Kirkwall. But that hound knew her too well. At the right time when she was lost in the wilderness, delirious and scared, he’d sent Khali, Leaf was sure of it. The annoying pup had barked and dragged her back to some sort of living, too smart for her own good at times.
Distracted, brow furrowing as she struggled, Leaf missed his confusion until he began aiding her. With her eyes wandering, lingering over as he deftly, almost effortlessly let slip the ties. Leaf’s laugh stuttered as it fell, caught off guard for how when he glanced at her she couldn’t suppress the grin curling. [color=#0074d9]“I’m at the top, or front, of this group..”[/color] snickering a little her eyes drifted, [color=#0074d9]“.. but I need someone to reign me in. Everyone else is too scared of me.” [/color]
With him retreating Leaf shifted her focus to slipping out of the outer robe for the tunic and leggings underneath. She flopped it over the back of the chair, padding over behind him. The rigidity of his back gave her pause, brow furrowing in concern as he seemed to collect himself, what exactly had he found lurking in a guest room? [color=#0074d9]“...Seb?”[/color] eyes found his face, noting the lines of his face shifting to mask the distress being experienced with his clarification. Eyes fell on the garment, her shoulders straightened, and after a brief pause, she strode up, carefully taking it and placing it back into the wardrobe.
After closing the door, Aoife would reach for his hand folding it between her own. [color=#0074d9]“I’m fine in this. I’m not going to freeze to death in the night.”[/color] Grip firmed briefly around his hand, understanding all too well the kind of pain such a thing would bring up. She wasn’t about to pull on a garment of his late mother, not with her own coming so quickly to mind when he said it. [color=#0074d9]“A Tailor would be nice.. Maybe he can whip me up some robes, maybe a dress or two, just… not that one.”[/color]
Distracted, brow furrowing as she struggled, Leaf missed his confusion until he began aiding her. With her eyes wandering, lingering over as he deftly, almost effortlessly let slip the ties. Leaf’s laugh stuttered as it fell, caught off guard for how when he glanced at her she couldn’t suppress the grin curling. [color=#0074d9]“I’m at the top, or front, of this group..”[/color] snickering a little her eyes drifted, [color=#0074d9]“.. but I need someone to reign me in. Everyone else is too scared of me.” [/color]
With him retreating Leaf shifted her focus to slipping out of the outer robe for the tunic and leggings underneath. She flopped it over the back of the chair, padding over behind him. The rigidity of his back gave her pause, brow furrowing in concern as he seemed to collect himself, what exactly had he found lurking in a guest room? [color=#0074d9]“...Seb?”[/color] eyes found his face, noting the lines of his face shifting to mask the distress being experienced with his clarification. Eyes fell on the garment, her shoulders straightened, and after a brief pause, she strode up, carefully taking it and placing it back into the wardrobe.
After closing the door, Aoife would reach for his hand folding it between her own. [color=#0074d9]“I’m fine in this. I’m not going to freeze to death in the night.”[/color] Grip firmed briefly around his hand, understanding all too well the kind of pain such a thing would bring up. She wasn’t about to pull on a garment of his late mother, not with her own coming so quickly to mind when he said it. [color=#0074d9]“A Tailor would be nice.. Maybe he can whip me up some robes, maybe a dress or two, just… not that one.”[/color]
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