Sleeping Dragon Beauty behind the madness

The explanation does little to soothe her posture but she finds herself on the other end of curiosity, if only to placate the other’s own instruction. Thuringwethil vaguely wonders if she’d gone to the maplewood’s borders instead of meeting Reek that day how things would have turned out. Regardless of the curiosity, she doesn’t like the method and can’t picture herself doing it. But, she reminds herself, she’s given an opportunity.

“What I tell you depends on what you can tell me,” she says, turning her head to look off into the distance while she takes a heavy step forward. “Tell me about where you’ve come from,” she offers with a tilt of her skull once she’s brought her attention back to the girl. Why not make a gain out of the experience before terrorizing her out of their sight?