[After their ordeal in the forest, Lucinda has kept her presence around Weir at a minimum. When she wakes up she could be found wordlessly preparing the meal for the evening, somewhere in town helping one of the townspeople or conversing with them politely.
Like a ghost just passing through.
Any remarks or commentary she keeps light and vague, nothing too heavy and nothing to overstep boundaries. After so much of herself was revealed in the forest, it was as if she did not care to share anything personable until she was ready whenever that may be.
Weir and the state of his world around him is the burning topic in her mind. Her friends whispered amongst themselves about what it could mean and what led up to it to be so twisted and sculpted around the huntsman. What did it mean for Lucinda if she was no longer welcome?
"Well," she says to them as she reads over his note.
"It's time to find out."
Lucinda makes her presence known by her footsteps and the sound of her voice, singing some song from her world. She stops right at the entrance, her expression neutral rather than inquisitive.]
no subject
Like a ghost just passing through.
Any remarks or commentary she keeps light and vague, nothing too heavy and nothing to overstep boundaries. After so much of herself was revealed in the forest, it was as if she did not care to share anything personable until she was ready whenever that may be.
Weir and the state of his world around him is the burning topic in her mind. Her friends whispered amongst themselves about what it could mean and what led up to it to be so twisted and sculpted around the huntsman. What did it mean for Lucinda if she was no longer welcome?
"Well," she says to them as she reads over his note.
"It's time to find out."
Lucinda makes her presence known by her footsteps and the sound of her voice, singing some song from her world. She stops right at the entrance, her expression neutral rather than inquisitive.]
I woke up on time for once.