[ The answer isn't enough to confirm the identity of her masked companion, but it's certainly enough to make her think of a certain red head that she had been avoiding. The thought of being in a maze with Sylvain prompts a sprout of discomfort that she's been trying to knead out of her since their spa date. She doesn't enjoy feeling that way, but the knee jerk reaction still lingers all the same even if she tells herself some time and space will remedy it.
The maze comes to its first fork in the path and she guides him to the left, for no rhyme or reason other than instinct. As she pulls him that way, she strides ahead to lead him this time. Briefly her gaze flits over her shoulders towards him before turning back towards their path. If she misses a beat, she hopes it doesn't show as she goes to lightly chide him. ]
You either think too highly of me or think too little of yourself. I barely know you. I can't call you an idiot yet when the night is so young.
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Date: 2023-07-04 06:49 pm (UTC)The maze comes to its first fork in the path and she guides him to the left, for no rhyme or reason other than instinct. As she pulls him that way, she strides ahead to lead him this time. Briefly her gaze flits over her shoulders towards him before turning back towards their path. If she misses a beat, she hopes it doesn't show as she goes to lightly chide him. ]
You either think too highly of me or think too little of yourself. I barely know you. I can't call you an idiot yet when the night is so young.