Post by Merida on Aug 10, 2019 6:07:41 GMT
At the very least he had finally uncovered his face. He looked... Pitiful, his green eyes all welled up and sad, a touch of red to his slender nose. He agreed with her statements one at a time with little nods and she sighed, her shoulder would sag even more if they could have. She felt suddenly deflated, perched atop him as she looked down upon the utterly sad man who seemed no more than a lost sheep. When he finally spoke she listened intently, expression changing with minor touches of interest, though not in the hoarseness of his voice or because she thought it was amusing and was going to laugh at him for it.
He raised a little, and she braced against the movement and slid back slightly, but beyond that only frowned as she maintained her thought process. With her knife still in hand her fingers from the opposite traced along the tip of the blade idly. Dangerous, but so light as she furrowed her brow and considered his words. Could a group of 'misfits' helping people be anyone else? He was looking for the Gilded Wings, there was no doubt about that. They did accept a wide variety of bandits and criminals, she imagined that a lot of them had done such dastardly things and fought before. Although trying to kill a Queen seemed a little more pointed than a scuffle among thieves. Merida's gaze suddenly flicked to Hans, un-moving as she eyed him carefully, disregarding his scandalized expression that fluttered downward.
Could he be expertly playing her? At the very least, perhaps the call shouldn't be left to her judgement alone. She squinted, raising her brows and giving him a dangerously slow tone when she spoke next.
"Yeh best not be tryin' any tricks, duine gòrach." Merida advised him, almost grimly. Without another word to it the girl sheathed the knife back into its home upon her thigh with a smooth click. She then placed her hand on his chest, pushing lightly to stand before straightening up and stepping back, between his legs.
"Yeh'll not find sanctuary in the Wings if yeh're up to no good." she added. This time, while warning, her tone wasn't so threatening or nearly so dark. It was fair advice, and Merida in tandem extended her gloved hand down to where he was on the floor. Should he take it she'd give a good heave while shuffling backwards to help hoist the man back to his feet, seeing as she'd ruthlessly taken him down in the first place. Although Merida still appeared wary.
"I can help yeh find'em." she told him straight. Her expression said she didn't mean pointing him in the right direction and sending him off on his way, as she had with him finding a place in the Inn. Her statement, and tone, seemed to carry a little more weight.
He raised a little, and she braced against the movement and slid back slightly, but beyond that only frowned as she maintained her thought process. With her knife still in hand her fingers from the opposite traced along the tip of the blade idly. Dangerous, but so light as she furrowed her brow and considered his words. Could a group of 'misfits' helping people be anyone else? He was looking for the Gilded Wings, there was no doubt about that. They did accept a wide variety of bandits and criminals, she imagined that a lot of them had done such dastardly things and fought before. Although trying to kill a Queen seemed a little more pointed than a scuffle among thieves. Merida's gaze suddenly flicked to Hans, un-moving as she eyed him carefully, disregarding his scandalized expression that fluttered downward.
Could he be expertly playing her? At the very least, perhaps the call shouldn't be left to her judgement alone. She squinted, raising her brows and giving him a dangerously slow tone when she spoke next.
"Yeh best not be tryin' any tricks, duine gòrach." Merida advised him, almost grimly. Without another word to it the girl sheathed the knife back into its home upon her thigh with a smooth click. She then placed her hand on his chest, pushing lightly to stand before straightening up and stepping back, between his legs.
"Yeh'll not find sanctuary in the Wings if yeh're up to no good." she added. This time, while warning, her tone wasn't so threatening or nearly so dark. It was fair advice, and Merida in tandem extended her gloved hand down to where he was on the floor. Should he take it she'd give a good heave while shuffling backwards to help hoist the man back to his feet, seeing as she'd ruthlessly taken him down in the first place. Although Merida still appeared wary.
"I can help yeh find'em." she told him straight. Her expression said she didn't mean pointing him in the right direction and sending him off on his way, as she had with him finding a place in the Inn. Her statement, and tone, seemed to carry a little more weight.