Hellos are for people who don't have better things to doβNess reaches across the table and scoops up the cuff, looking it over with bright, curious eyes. She traces her fingers over the runes, turns it this way and that to see each side of it, holds it up to one of the bottles she's set in front of her candle for better light.
"Damn if the Tevene don't know how to enchant things, hm?"
Shame about all the slavery and imperialism and such.
Ness hands the cuff back over to Stephen and rolls up her sleeve with quick, precise movements, holding her bare wrist out to him over the library table. Her curiosity and excitement mean that she's not self-conscious at all about the state of her hands, ravaged as they've been by her compulsive skin picking in the wake of Sarrux.
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"Damn if the Tevene don't know how to enchant things, hm?"
Shame about all the slavery and imperialism and such.
Ness hands the cuff back over to Stephen and rolls up her sleeve with quick, precise movements, holding her bare wrist out to him over the library table. Her curiosity and excitement mean that she's not self-conscious at all about the state of her hands, ravaged as they've been by her compulsive skin picking in the wake of Sarrux.