Yeah. [Ellie glances at Lauralae and then looks away, looks down at her hands instead. In the warm tavern, she's checked her jacket - her fern tattoo is on full display, the leaves winding up her wrist, moth almost seeming to flutter in the lantern light.
She looks up at the flutter of wings, though, bringing her bad foot a little closer to the rest of her body.]
He's beautiful. [Ellie reaches into a pocket to pull out a few nuts from her own travels to offer him, held in a flat palm.] I've only ever seen the festival ones up close.
[For her part, Theseus sits primly on her haunches, nudging Lauralae's hand so it's further up her head, near her ears. She won't deign to sit on her, but then, Theseus has never been exuberant.]
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She looks up at the flutter of wings, though, bringing her bad foot a little closer to the rest of her body.]
He's beautiful. [Ellie reaches into a pocket to pull out a few nuts from her own travels to offer him, held in a flat palm.] I've only ever seen the festival ones up close.
[For her part, Theseus sits primly on her haunches, nudging Lauralae's hand so it's further up her head, near her ears. She won't deign to sit on her, but then, Theseus has never been exuberant.]