Beatrix
She stilled in her steps, and exhaled sharply, as she turned to face him, she was clearly expecting a spirit, some sort of trick. Dark eyes narrowed, and she rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "Wherever I want." She didn't shout, or call out to him, she simply stated the words. He might even miss them over the wind.
Her gaze stayed fixed on him, though she didn't move from where she was standing. Her fingers gripped the furs tightly, drawing them nearer to herself. "What do you want?" Still, she spoke levelly, not entirely trusting her eyes. After all, nothing was ever as it seemed.
He looked like her brother; same eyes, same voice. But that meant nothing.
Her gaze stayed fixed on him, though she didn't move from where she was standing. Her fingers gripped the furs tightly, drawing them nearer to herself. "What do you want?" Still, she spoke levelly, not entirely trusting her eyes. After all, nothing was ever as it seemed.
He looked like her brother; same eyes, same voice. But that meant nothing.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
