lost_boy | (no subject)

I had no idea what she was doing.

She probably knew I was there, I had been following her for a little while now, watching as she seemed to test trees for some reason, and I hadn't made any real attempt to hide that I was there. I hadn't meant to follow her without saying a word, just watching as she worked, but once she started up with the trees, I found myself distracted trying to work out what she was doing.

I would have tested trees to see whether or not they would make good snares. I didn't think that was what she was doing. In a place like Darrow, snares weren't necessary, not for hunting, not for security either. There were better ways to do both those things and although I couldn't say for certain she would know that, I had to assume she would.

Someone who knew how to make snares would be smart enough to figure that out.

Eventually she was going to get annoyed with me, so I finally stepped closer, my hands in my pockets, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Hopefully she would answer me. But probably not before thinking I was Elio first, just like everyone else, even though we sounded nothing alike.

Threaded | Flat

Daine's fair certain she recognizes the boy from the party, but after a few minutes of him following her, she starts to wonder if it's really him. The one at the party -- his name had started with an E, she thinks -- hadn't struck her as especially shy. But this one's hanging back. Granted, she's got a small hatchet swinging from her belt, but she doesn't think she looks that scary.

Not that it's normal for folk in Darrow to wander through the woods and test branches for their springiness. She'd probably look mad to one of the locals.

Eventually, he wanders up and questions her, all casual. She has to bite back a grin at how belated the question is, and she takes a moment to brush some bark off of her palms and school her expression before she answers.

"I miss my longbow, so I thought I'd try my hand at making a new one. Except there's no yew trees in Darrow, which is what we'd've used back home." She'd know; she's done her own searching and asked the People, and come up empty on both counts. "I'm trying to find something else that might work."