the road less traveled
Stalking? She had all but followed for exactly two minutes before being noticed. She even flashed the other a warm smile, inviting conversation. Perhaps it was a mistake. Perhaps this one was too chilly for Willoughby to even befriend. Orders were even given, something she disliked to her core. Not hated though. Never hated.
So when the other ordered her to raise her head, Willoughby kept it lowered. Her pale eyes glanced at the ground like a child being scolded. All she had done was try to meet someone new - she would have spoken to the mare eventually! "You needn't force conversation with me" she breathes "if you do not want to talk, I received the message."
Only then did she raise her head, almost defiantly as she looks upon Sofia. But her eyes were still gentle, still apologetic in their own way. "But it is only polite to give my own name now" the bard goes on "I am Willoughby."
@Sofia / speaks
