[ that gets her to turn toward him finally, to take him in from head to toe. she notes the scant amount of jewelry and the style of his clothes; very different from the fancy folk in thorne, maybe he's from one of the other factions? he seems different from the locals here in nocwich as well, that've been keen to leave her to her own devices or otherwise shoo her away when she gets her fingers where they ain't welcome.

there's a playfulness about him that river enjoys. it's a good answer. ]

That's what I like about them. They should be warm. Objects are only objects until someone holds them close.

[ not left to rot on a shelf like something unimportant, uncared for. she blinks at him curiously. ]

Are you looking for something too?