"Perhaps." A simple deduction, if inconclusive. He suspects there is more to the game of the Beastmaster's follies than what the first taste of his presence indicates. A village, awaiting him like a gold-bearing patron. Forests awed and thralled by his step. The mountain, harder in breath as the creature advanced. And his once companion, the Huntress requiring succour.
Pieces of weiqi, adrift on a stormed board. Where does Lily's fate fall in their arrangements? His gaze narrows, slanted and indistinct, and he is lost to himself, until the rustle of passing waves of fresh villagers wakes him, until one hand clasps his parchments curiously. He remembers, distantly, to show the paintings, to the gasps of a young maid when she hears Lily's hair was long flame, coppered.
No answer, past the dark aftertaste of their vinegared apologies. He withdraws, keeps the portrait. Returns to Hendrik, and locks in step.
"The woods are deceptive." Long to traverse, quick to snare. Illusions abound, and he will not waste time in that enterprise without first scouring the markets. "The village best questioned first. You have had answers?"
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Pieces of weiqi, adrift on a stormed board. Where does Lily's fate fall in their arrangements? His gaze narrows, slanted and indistinct, and he is lost to himself, until the rustle of passing waves of fresh villagers wakes him, until one hand clasps his parchments curiously. He remembers, distantly, to show the paintings, to the gasps of a young maid when she hears Lily's hair was long flame, coppered.
No answer, past the dark aftertaste of their vinegared apologies. He withdraws, keeps the portrait. Returns to Hendrik, and locks in step.
"The woods are deceptive." Long to traverse, quick to snare. Illusions abound, and he will not waste time in that enterprise without first scouring the markets. "The village best questioned first. You have had answers?"