“Public?” the maiden echoes, dipping her wings into the cooling water as she contemplates the man's words “you are the first I have seen wandering this kingdom all day” she replies breezily. Her words lack venom or sarcasm, merely stating a fact that he perhaps failed to see himself. “I thought I was alone.”
But one was truly never alone in Novus. Not for long. There was always someone coming upon another, forming connections and bonds. Or fleeting memories. She did not dwell on such thoughts for long. “And if I say no?” she presses as he offers to bathe her “would the sir force his presence on the lady?” Willoughby quietly tests him, an indirect way of asking if he was a threat.
The stallion seemed to leer, but his voice was a jest. She could not pluck his true emotions out, and therefore remained a bit wary. The first time she had ever been wary in Novus thus far. How strange.
“speech”
