Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

ah, law replies noncommittally to terance's admittance that arbiter was taking charge of their 'relationship' with a small curl of his lips in amusement. everything seemed to be going smoothly ...until arbiter herself appeared upon the scene. it wasn't quite the welcome law'd begun to imagine — though in all fairness, he hadn't been quite sure what to expect and had imagined several different scenarios. nothing about her appears pleased to see him ...but he takes small comfort from the fact that she isn't outright hostile either.

she is, understandably, suspicious.

is that anyway to talk to your big brother? law teases, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in mock disappointment. try as hard as he might, he hadn't been able to help himself. big brother or not she is the leader here — he understands well enough the rules of hierarchy ( craves them in his own way ) to acknowledge this. still, the itch to annoy her is there and law's never been very good at letting it be.

don't worry, law begins in an effort to reassure her and an attempt to smooth any feather his teasing might've ruffled. i'm not here for anyone but myself. i haven't even been home in a year or so. time sort of blurred together until he wasn't certain how long he'd left himself. i was passing thru, didn't really have any intention to stay given the state of things but i caught a faint whiff of your scent and it led me here.