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A secret, she said, and he tried his best to look like somebody you’d tell your secrets to. But while he wasn’t quite a street rat, she wasn’t far off the mark in her estimation, and he was getting too old and too knowing to play the pink-cheeked Oliver well.
She was the first one to drop pretenses, but Caspian was glad to follow suit.
He gave her a quick little grin at her next remark, not yet feeling sorry for her despite the way her smile had melted like the last drifts of snow on the first true-spring day. When she called him kid he decided he wouldn’t feel sorry for her at all, scruffy old pony though she was, though he only responded with a little soft-nosed huff. He still did not like the thought of her, digging around one of his coves.
“They are pretty,” he said, considering, and tilted his head with his eyes considering and corvid-bright. “But I could find better. Are they selling? I could do the collecting for you, let you focus on the peddling. Only cost you thirty percent,” he said, and shifted his gaze back up to hers, to try and read the blue there like he would the mood of the sea.
@Saphira
She was the first one to drop pretenses, but Caspian was glad to follow suit.
He gave her a quick little grin at her next remark, not yet feeling sorry for her despite the way her smile had melted like the last drifts of snow on the first true-spring day. When she called him kid he decided he wouldn’t feel sorry for her at all, scruffy old pony though she was, though he only responded with a little soft-nosed huff. He still did not like the thought of her, digging around one of his coves.
“They are pretty,” he said, considering, and tilted his head with his eyes considering and corvid-bright. “But I could find better. Are they selling? I could do the collecting for you, let you focus on the peddling. Only cost you thirty percent,” he said, and shifted his gaze back up to hers, to try and read the blue there like he would the mood of the sea.
@Saphira
