#galindafication

@galindafication​

Marvelodious. Steve was polite enough not to repeat the word out loud, but it ran through his head a second time and gave him pause. He didn't have the same reservations about repeating her name, hesitating as he offered a hand. "Galinda. The good witch of the north?" He couldn't help asking, knowing he'd kick himself later if he didn't. Probably, she'd laugh and tell him he was being silly, but... weirder things had happened to him since he got here.

@galindafication​

Steve had heard the church bells ringing in the middle of the night, and he'd already been by the cathedral a couple times to check on things there. He wasn't sure there was anything to be done, but he always felt better about a threat he could see. The revenants were acting strange, and he'd heard rumors of vampires too, but as far as he knew, those were just rumors. He'd met one here and there since he'd been in Sallow Hills, but never way out here.

He wasn't the only living thing out there today, and that was unusual enough. Even Steve (on va voir) Rogers was hesitant to approach someone in the middle of the woods in this town with the assumption that they were human, and there was kind of an ethereal look to her. Walking away wasn't his style either though, at least not until he was sure she didn't need help or something. "Hey, are you okay?" He tucked his hands in the pockets of his jacket, not moving closer until he knew if he was welcome.