Daud lurches back, expecting a hit, but all that happens is wide golden eyes and a shimmering golden feather and gold, gold, gold. He puts a hand on her wrist. Gently. Too softly, like comforting someone who has recently lost a friend, and tries to guide her hand down. "I would take it, but I do not know what you would ask of me in return." She speaks like a witch, but not one of the Dunwall witches-- like an old-country witch, someone who's been to Pandyssia and had the land there accept them. He'd met a few of those when he was a boy, in Serkonos. Even then, it was never wise to take a gift from them without knowing the price. She tears bits of herself off like a Weeper, but he knows she is not, and perhaps he pities her-- a disquieting thought. "Maybe we should go inside," he suggests. He stands, framed by the head of the sun, and holds an arm out to help her up.
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Date: 2017-10-02 09:34 pm (UTC)"I would take it, but I do not know what you would ask of me in return."
She speaks like a witch, but not one of the Dunwall witches-- like an old-country witch, someone who's been to Pandyssia and had the land there accept them. He'd met a few of those when he was a boy, in Serkonos. Even then, it was never wise to take a gift from them without knowing the price.
She tears bits of herself off like a Weeper, but he knows she is not, and perhaps he pities her-- a disquieting thought.
"Maybe we should go inside," he suggests. He stands, framed by the head of the sun, and holds an arm out to help her up.