Direct enough. Haleth's gaze neither falters nor wavers. Yes, that slope of the jaw is the same, the color of her hair--darker than that of most of the Haladin, brown rather than blonde, and not the black midnight of Caranthir's. Caranthir's dark eyes, however, and his quirks of eyebrow and lip. The ears in a gentler point.
The tilt of the head, the unthinking pride and stubbornness in her stance--that is all a match for Haleth's own, she knows.
"So," she says finally, looking away back towards the wood she carries and the faintly beaten path they walk back towards the Haladin's village. "Abide. I must think on this."
She says no more on the walk back to the village, her brows deeply furrowed, her steps a little slower than they were. When Haleth says I must think on this, which she often does, the subject is closed until she chooses to reopen it.
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Date: 2019-01-23 12:33 pm (UTC)The tilt of the head, the unthinking pride and stubbornness in her stance--that is all a match for Haleth's own, she knows.
"So," she says finally, looking away back towards the wood she carries and the faintly beaten path they walk back towards the Haladin's village. "Abide. I must think on this."
She says no more on the walk back to the village, her brows deeply furrowed, her steps a little slower than they were. When Haleth says I must think on this, which she often does, the subject is closed until she chooses to reopen it.