[Carefully, her grandfather angles just enough to search across the campground for her, nodding slightly when he can see that she's watching, and makes a slight gesture with an incline of his head to direct her. Keeping her eyes low, she pockets her cards and her runestones, heading for the tent where the supplies are kept —
And hesitates a minute, crouching in front of the chest of remedies, mulling over the little spectacle she'd watched. There's something nagging at her, something she can't place. Something above and beyond just the code of the Speakers and their charge to help those in need. Something that leaves her breathless, and she can't explain why.
She chews her lip, and before she can think better of it, she finds the paper bag that the day's shopping had come in, tearing a piece free and flattening it on her knee. Finding something to write with is more complicated, but she manages to find a loose twig and chars the end of it with a breath of fire, and scratches marks onto the torn scrap of paper in haste.
Finished, she blows on it to clear it of debris and folds it into quarters, then picks up a jar of salve and a roll of bandage, and tucks the note carefully inside the latter before trotting out to rejoin her grandfather.]
Here you are.
[She offers them carefully, holding the note against her palm so that only a small sliver of it shows, and offers them to the vampire, watching him with an almost scrutinizing gaze.]
no subject
And hesitates a minute, crouching in front of the chest of remedies, mulling over the little spectacle she'd watched. There's something nagging at her, something she can't place. Something above and beyond just the code of the Speakers and their charge to help those in need. Something that leaves her breathless, and she can't explain why.
She chews her lip, and before she can think better of it, she finds the paper bag that the day's shopping had come in, tearing a piece free and flattening it on her knee. Finding something to write with is more complicated, but she manages to find a loose twig and chars the end of it with a breath of fire, and scratches marks onto the torn scrap of paper in haste.
Finished, she blows on it to clear it of debris and folds it into quarters, then picks up a jar of salve and a roll of bandage, and tucks the note carefully inside the latter before trotting out to rejoin her grandfather.]
Here you are.
[She offers them carefully, holding the note against her palm so that only a small sliver of it shows, and offers them to the vampire, watching him with an almost scrutinizing gaze.]