"Sometimes you are so smart, and yet so dumb." Classic Winter, the words spilled out just how he thought-- though this time even she had the awareness to frown at herself. "Clearly you are handsome." That was just a fact, right? Objectively, she might have said, if she knew how to phrase it. "Perhaps you are too busy thinking about magic, but I have seen the way many women have looked at you on our travels." A puff of air. Jealousy? Maybe. It was hard to tell, though her comment was in earnest. Whys he noticed, perhaps, was another story.
Not that she dwelled on it much. "My mother is much wiser than I could ever hope to be, beautiful too." And there was no self-deprecation in these statements; it was clear there was a sort of adoration there toward her mother. She thought the woman as wise as she was beautiful. To Winter it was just another fact.
She followed his gaze, as best she could, however, it took her a few more moments to put things together than it had for him. "Do you think the things we received are related?" She hadn't thought about it at all, admittedly, but the timing did seem suspect.
Not that it made her like him any more than she had. Paladins, she had decided, were far more creatures of their whims than she had first been lead to believe.
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Not that she dwelled on it much. "My mother is much wiser than I could ever hope to be, beautiful too." And there was no self-deprecation in these statements; it was clear there was a sort of adoration there toward her mother. She thought the woman as wise as she was beautiful. To Winter it was just another fact.
She followed his gaze, as best she could, however, it took her a few more moments to put things together than it had for him. "Do you think the things we received are related?" She hadn't thought about it at all, admittedly, but the timing did seem suspect.
Not that it made her like him any more than she had. Paladins, she had decided, were far more creatures of their whims than she had first been lead to believe.