[Prior's hand lifts of its own accord. Before Richie's asked the question he's drifting fingers through his hair, brushing up against the velveted base of an antler. All in order. So what the fuck's this all about.
He steps in place, himself, shifting foot to foot. One's a more careful tread than the other, but his lameness is more easily incorporated into a lighter gait. If he ran, he wouldn't be caught.]
That's not an answer, really. And I don't think we're friends from the old days, are we? If I knew something that looked like you, I'd recall it.
[There's a bite there. Well, these strangers are different, and not just in looks. Who's to say they're safe? By all accounts all the human cities tend to do is try to burn each other to the ground - there's a reason Dranbu keeps its distance.]
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He steps in place, himself, shifting foot to foot. One's a more careful tread than the other, but his lameness is more easily incorporated into a lighter gait. If he ran, he wouldn't be caught.]
That's not an answer, really. And I don't think we're friends from the old days, are we? If I knew something that looked like you, I'd recall it.
[There's a bite there. Well, these strangers are different, and not just in looks. Who's to say they're safe? By all accounts all the human cities tend to do is try to burn each other to the ground - there's a reason Dranbu keeps its distance.]