It is nice, stretched out across the narrow bench in the last patch of orange sunlight, shins and arms bared to catch it. This little part of the Waking Sea is drowsy tonight, and the gentle rock of the boat and the shush of Darras's fishing lines in his hands have Yseult the same, gazing out toward the distant shores of Ferelden without any particular focus. So it's startling, when Darras speaks, to realize she has been caught in a trap.
She lolls her head back to him, and then drags a pointed look around at their surroundings, so that when she fixes her gaze back on him and draws herself back to something like upright, it is with a sigh that is both annoyed and a little amused (even impressed) to have been so neatly and unwittingly outmaneuvered. She brushes hands together and flicks the hem of her skirt back down to her ankles.
"Why do you keep asking? What does it matter now that I'm back?"
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Date: 2021-11-03 06:30 pm (UTC)She lolls her head back to him, and then drags a pointed look around at their surroundings, so that when she fixes her gaze back on him and draws herself back to something like upright, it is with a sigh that is both annoyed and a little amused (even impressed) to have been so neatly and unwittingly outmaneuvered. She brushes hands together and flicks the hem of her skirt back down to her ankles.
"Why do you keep asking? What does it matter now that I'm back?"