#|main verse

she’s been staring at the strange white-haired kid wandering around loegres’ streets for a while now, though not out of any predatory intent-- no, specifically, her eyes have been locked onto his hip, studying the strange object held there. from where she stands, in a side-alley away from the crowds’ reach, it’s difficult to discern exactly what the item is supposed to be ( a toy? a weapon? )

there’s always the option of biting the bullet and making her way over to ask, but she doesn’t much relish the thought ( her wanted posters have begun to more accurately depict her as of late-- she can’t risk it )

it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that she’s seen stranger things than a young child in a pirate outfit, hopping down from a now-docked ship that definitely has no place docked anywhere near her island, let alone on its shores. briefly, she considers chasing the girl away from her island. she also considers attacking or otherwise destroying the ship ( though that would leave the child stranded on her island-- not something she wants to deal with )

begrudgingly, she settles for lingering at the entrance to the cave she calls home, eyes narrowed as she catches glimpses of movement between the rocks. if she’s lucky, the girl won’t find her way anywhere near velvet--