[ She nods. ] Yes... I took the payment in thr form of him answering an inquiry of mine. Nothing more.
[ Then, her exposed ears raise and her eyebrows knit. No, no. She does not want him to owe her a debt. She does not want anything to be seen as a granting of wishes and payment for it when it comes to him. Her lower lip trembles before she bites down on it. ]
Please, ser... you owe me no debts.
[ His statements cause her to pause. Matoya lowers herself back to the floor beside the borrowed bed. Her hand returns to the side of his head, slowly moving his hair with shaking fingers. A proposition--an offer?
Her heart skips a beat. Her ears lift slightly as her tail sways to betray the crafted expression she wears. Then, her heart beats faster. What would he ask of her? Her eyes widen in anticipation, almost as if she were a kitten once more. ]
And what is your offer?
[ Matoya's head tilts to the side, lowering so her chin touches bed. Her tail sways more. She almost seems gleefully excited at wondering what he might ask. Her fingers weave themselves into his hair as she begins to timidly brush it. He had liked such a thing...didn't he? She cannot explain the notion as to why she believes he would like such a thing. There has been no indication or notion from him at all. In fact, he has seemingly ignored the touches.
Yet, she wants to do more. She wishes to run her hands through his hair oncd more, be closebto him, even kiss him. The feelings knock ao loud inside her for such things. What she read of such bonds did not say she would feel such a way. Perhaps, then, it is due to the fact she has locked herself away for so long that she needs to feel any touch at all.
Who would have thought they might find her the Witch of the Wilds acting in such a way? ]
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[ Then, her exposed ears raise and her eyebrows knit. No, no. She does not want him to owe her a debt. She does not want anything to be seen as a granting of wishes and payment for it when it comes to him. Her lower lip trembles before she bites down on it. ]
Please, ser... you owe me no debts.
[ His statements cause her to pause. Matoya lowers herself back to the floor beside the borrowed bed. Her hand returns to the side of his head, slowly moving his hair with shaking fingers. A proposition--an offer?
Her heart skips a beat. Her ears lift slightly as her tail sways to betray the crafted expression she wears. Then, her heart beats faster. What would he ask of her? Her eyes widen in anticipation, almost as if she were a kitten once more. ]
And what is your offer?
[ Matoya's head tilts to the side, lowering so her chin touches bed. Her tail sways more. She almost seems gleefully excited at wondering what he might ask. Her fingers weave themselves into his hair as she begins to timidly brush it. He had liked such a thing...didn't he? She cannot explain the notion as to why she believes he would like such a thing. There has been no indication or notion from him at all. In fact, he has seemingly ignored the touches.
Yet, she wants to do more. She wishes to run her hands through his hair oncd more, be closebto him, even kiss him. The feelings knock ao loud inside her for such things. What she read of such bonds did not say she would feel such a way. Perhaps, then, it is due to the fact she has locked herself away for so long that she needs to feel any touch at all.
Who would have thought they might find her the Witch of the Wilds acting in such a way? ]