His voice drops a bit, too, in response: "There are all sorts of taking."
But the laugh bothers him. The way it echoes in Sinjir's chest, foreign and light and fluttering.
His suspicion blooms: he won't be manipulated by an Andan, won't be taken in by a glamour. (And if this isn't the Andan knack, then he... he doesn't know what he will do.)
His hand shifts to his own wrist and there's a sudden, blinding white light, casting shadows in bright relief.
Sinjir, of course, seems as though he has none, as usual. His shadow only shows itself in subtle shifting, the lash of a tail, or a reveal like sand draining away.
But the stranger...
No Andan shadow, here. The glint of clever eyes and twisting tails. A fox.
He snaps the light off, as quick as it came. His teeth are gritted, and he doesn't know why.
Releases a soft breath.
"Very well," he says, with a permissive wave of his hand at the empty glass. "You may bribe me." He is so very generous.
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But the laugh bothers him. The way it echoes in Sinjir's chest, foreign and light and fluttering.
His suspicion blooms: he won't be manipulated by an Andan, won't be taken in by a glamour. (And if this isn't the Andan knack, then he... he doesn't know what he will do.)
His hand shifts to his own wrist and there's a sudden, blinding white light, casting shadows in bright relief.
Sinjir, of course, seems as though he has none, as usual. His shadow only shows itself in subtle shifting, the lash of a tail, or a reveal like sand draining away.
But the stranger...
No Andan shadow, here. The glint of clever eyes and twisting tails. A fox.
He snaps the light off, as quick as it came. His teeth are gritted, and he doesn't know why.
Releases a soft breath.
"Very well," he says, with a permissive wave of his hand at the empty glass. "You may bribe me." He is so very generous.