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Ooc: -- Catherine relaxed a bit when she could finally know where the stranger was. It was half hid behind a tree, his surprised -or scared, she wasn't that sure- voice was very showy in the silent day. Her complete attention was in that golden head, and nothing else. It was necessary all of that. he wasn't going to allow herself to lose him from her limited sight. Her bilnded eye restrained her vison plenty of the time, which was very annoying in such situations.
Who comes here? Tell me your name. she said, as demanding as before. She dismounted slowly, without turning her head, her vision still aimmed on the stranger. With the bow in one hand and the other in her waist -Seymour was now in her shoulder-, she stood there, Bluma's head a few inches from her head. She waited paciently for another answer, not wanting to pressure the poor guy. The graysih woman knew that they normally got estressed and agressive when pressured or trapped, even more if harmed. It would be hard to talk to someone that was either, or -worse- both. Actually, it would be dangerous. She knew it pretty well, the terrible blurred scenes of the day she got that scar. Sighing, she kept there, completely frozen up. |
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