The Tangle but if this changed your life did you have one before

eske watches him with a carefully composed weariness, torn between the desire to enforce distance between them — a distance that he seems to take no issue with breaching and while he's shown no signs of wanting to kill her the fact is he's a stranger and she doesn't trust him — and the consideration that if she snaps her teeth at his face that it might frighten him off. she cannot risk that happening ...not when he's the first one that seems to have some sort of inkling on what the thing around her neck is; and presently some sort of answer is answer enough for wanlida. he has what she wants and she's desperate enough to take the risk.

"yes." eske replies, her salmon pink tongue drawing across her jowls once in a quick, sharp swipe. she can vaguely recall it in her mind's eye but her mental picture of it was foggy at best. she'd been fighting the loss of consciousness — strange, when she'd been wide awake seconds before the sharp pin-prickle she'd felt a heart beat or so before the world had begun to get foggy — and yet even construed as it was: the giant, loud, flashing silver bird wasn't something she's likely to ever forget. "you know of it?" these words were spoken less like a question and much more of a statement, unabashedly seeking information that she was willing to pry for if need be.