[it could be happening, but they would not know unless they asked. fang has heard no whisper of this particular thing, but that doesn't mean much, even she knows enough to admit that.]
[and if none have maybe none can. or maybe it's a matter of want. either way, they will try to find more answers. earlier they had none. now they have some.
[she too turns toward the rookery, walking slowly, growing a little as she goes until she's roughly the size of two direwolves. she does not want to try and put jinx in a sleeper hold, or sit on her chest. she would rather see the monkey try his hand(s) at this - but she is resigned to keep the girl from doing anything reckless. well, fuck me, she thinks.]
[sansa lights her raven on fang's shoulder rather than return to her own body just yet.]
I like Mister Bananas too. I think perhaps Jinx is more like him than she seems. I don't think she'd mind me sewing the bloodstone into her clothes; I've done it for some of my friends already.
[she tilts her raven's head.]
It would be well if you could ask their omens. I don't know all of them like I know you and Mister Bananas. Some of them are shy of talking to people. I don't think I've even met the omens of the Darkblood mages I know, but I expect Winter won't mind bothering them either.
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ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ.
[a thoughtful stare, and a roll of a rock back into the hole in the street.]
ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴍᴇɴꜱ, ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ?
[it could be happening, but they would not know unless they asked. fang has heard no whisper of this particular thing, but that doesn't mean much, even she knows enough to admit that.]
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʀɪᴀɴ.
[and if none have maybe none can. or maybe it's a matter of want. either way, they will try to find more answers. earlier they had none. now they have some.
fang lets out a sigh.]
ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. ꜱᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ.
ᴍɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴᴀɴᴀꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ꜱɪʟʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ. ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ. ɪ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ.
[she too turns toward the rookery, walking slowly, growing a little as she goes until she's roughly the size of two direwolves. she does not want to try and put jinx in a sleeper hold, or sit on her chest. she would rather see the monkey try his hand(s) at this - but she is resigned to keep the girl from doing anything reckless. well, fuck me, she thinks.]
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I like Mister Bananas too. I think perhaps Jinx is more like him than she seems. I don't think she'd mind me sewing the bloodstone into her clothes; I've done it for some of my friends already.
[she tilts her raven's head.]
It would be well if you could ask their omens. I don't know all of them like I know you and Mister Bananas. Some of them are shy of talking to people. I don't think I've even met the omens of the Darkblood mages I know, but I expect Winter won't mind bothering them either.