[ She does nothing but stand and watch for now, her eyes flickering over him before she shifts, bowing her head and offering a twitching curl of a smile. It's nothing pleasant, nothing kind, just a movement of her mouth, as if the emotion itself escapes her and she isn't entirely sure how to step into it.
His surprise makes her preen a little; it means well for her, that her secret has been kept, that none have stolen her stories and made the world aware. She might walk as wolf or woman and no one would link the two unless she gave them permission to do it. She has the power here, she and no one else.
But, still, she bows her head, welcoming the greeting, not understanding, of course, how out of place it might seem. ]
I am always this way. The Hart does not touch me with his gifts.
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His surprise makes her preen a little; it means well for her, that her secret has been kept, that none have stolen her stories and made the world aware. She might walk as wolf or woman and no one would link the two unless she gave them permission to do it. She has the power here, she and no one else.
But, still, she bows her head, welcoming the greeting, not understanding, of course, how out of place it might seem. ]
I am always this way. The Hart does not touch me with his gifts.