[ For someone who's been on the run or avoiding being seen most of his life, Cassian knew the feeling of being watched. The hairs stand up on the back of his neck but he keeps his hands steady on his work while simultaneously keeping watch out of the corner of his eye for anyone.
His mind is already reeling, ready to fight or run if necessary. His knife is always kept close within arms reach and the bike is close. unless they're on horseback or there's some sort of magic involved, he should be able to shake them.
Neither of those scenarios need to come to pass however. He hears the soft footfall and hears the voice - her voice and that fight or flight instinct fades leaving a similar feeling of anticipation in his own chest. For a moment he stares up at her before straightening up. ]
I wouldn't get too excited. I don't know how effective they are. [ He motions to the swirling designs painted with precision. ] Drawing them is one thing. Casting is another.
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His mind is already reeling, ready to fight or run if necessary. His knife is always kept close within arms reach and the bike is close. unless they're on horseback or there's some sort of magic involved, he should be able to shake them.
Neither of those scenarios need to come to pass however. He hears the soft footfall and hears the voice - her voice and that fight or flight instinct fades leaving a similar feeling of anticipation in his own chest. For a moment he stares up at her before straightening up. ]
I wouldn't get too excited. I don't know how effective they are. [ He motions to the swirling designs painted with precision. ] Drawing them is one thing. Casting is another.