[there's something here, wanda notes. first, it's in the way that the blond looks at herโhow she seems to assess wanda, an attempt to define what her intentions are. secondly, there's something not quite... right about her. something that spells the supernatural, something wicked, maybe even cursed.
it's difficult to pinpoint without much reference, and as much as she would want to glance into the vestiges of this young woman's mind and search for answersโout of curiosity, reallyโthere is restraint that wanda holds fast to.
perhaps, too, wanda finds relating to this feeling, at least. something unknown and dangerous, with all the potential in the world for greatness or ruin.]
I doubt there's a point.
[โthe intricacies of nature move as they wish, unfurling and provoking change. wanda, for her part, allowed the forest to just be its own thing, along with the criters that roam it, from the trail of ants carrying leaves between rocks and soil, to the deer amidst the bushes, to the more unusual tall white trees with marked eyes, glancing about, vigilant.
she does point upward, at the raven sitting above them on a branch.]
You've named him. [it was hardly a baptism.] Nevermore.
[nevermore croaks, unamused. there's a hint of a smile on wanda, as she proceeds forward, following the path claire had been forging for herself, deep into the forest.]
He was just trying to guide you out of the forest. [hands in her pockets, she walks past the girl, steps on a stone in the middle of the brook, hopping over to the other side.] My name's Wanda. You're not from Solvunn, are you?
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it's difficult to pinpoint without much reference, and as much as she would want to glance into the vestiges of this young woman's mind and search for answersโout of curiosity, reallyโthere is restraint that wanda holds fast to.
perhaps, too, wanda finds relating to this feeling, at least. something unknown and dangerous, with all the potential in the world for greatness or ruin.]
I doubt there's a point.
[โthe intricacies of nature move as they wish, unfurling and provoking change. wanda, for her part, allowed the forest to just be its own thing, along with the criters that roam it, from the trail of ants carrying leaves between rocks and soil, to the deer amidst the bushes, to the more unusual tall white trees with marked eyes, glancing about, vigilant.
she does point upward, at the raven sitting above them on a branch.]
You've named him. [it was hardly a baptism.] Nevermore.
[nevermore croaks, unamused. there's a hint of a smile on wanda, as she proceeds forward, following the path claire had been forging for herself, deep into the forest.]
He was just trying to guide you out of the forest. [hands in her pockets, she walks past the girl, steps on a stone in the middle of the brook, hopping over to the other side.] My name's Wanda. You're not from Solvunn, are you?