Woe be it to anyone who tried to break Willoughby Lovelace's pleasant exterior. “Satisfaction?” the maiden would echo, tilting her head to the side as she regarded the unfriendly woman. “I find no joy in forcing a conversation if you do not want one.” She did not know why the other was behaving in such a way. Surely there was a reason?
But Willoughby never faltered. If conversation came up, she was at the ready. “I am learning all I can of Novus, however” she smiled brightly at the dark coated mare “the courts, the gods... all of it is fascinating.” Though judging by the woman's outer shell, the maiden thought it'd be hard won for a confirming compliment.
“I am a vagabond currently” she goes on, dipping her head slightly “these lands are new to me.”
“speech”
