@homeruin.
for lana!
Nott grimaces, concentrating on staying seated on the horse. She would knot her arms tight around Lana’s waist, if she could, but --- it’s not Caleb, so maybe she can’t get away with that. Maybe she should have ridden behind him after all. He was surprised as anyone else when she called Lana instead.
“Hey --- can I ask you a question?” she pipes up, when she thinks she’s found her balance. Hopefully. ( Niiice horsey. Don’t go too fast, horsey. ) “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you hanging around with these losers?”
The Mighty Nein has a place for everyone. Even a goblin. Lana seems like a pretty classy lady, though, the opposite end of that spectrum, and Nott just... wonders. Where does she see herself?
“All of us are just... a bunch of misfits, really. Outcasts and runaways and, uh, idiot assholes, sometimes.” She leans around Lana to look up at her, eyes round with curiosity. “None of that seems to describe you.”
