#interaction: futureforetold

The cold gnawed at her skin, and even the fire's crackle had taken on a hypnotic rhythm, like a loom beating out a pattern. Though her unseeing gaze was set on the project in her lap, fingers deftly wielding needle and thread to mend the torn arm of a child's teddy bear, her senses were stretched to maintain vigil beyond the fire.

A stutter in the darkness snagged against one of her golden threads, and Aglaea smoothly cinches her seam shut. She tucks the repaired bear into its owner's arms, the child drawing it close in his sleep, and Aglaea allows a small smile before raising her head to gaze at her companion.

"We have uninvited guests. Shall we attend to our duty?"

There was a quiet confidence about her that Kalpas found that he enjoyed watching, if only in large part because he suspected that she could not see him watching. It wasn't the same as Blind, but it was similar enough - in that, she moved about just fine, and she kept her hands busy, but there were subtle tells in her interaction with the environment that told Kalpas that this woman could not see, at least not with her eyes.

Hers were fucking open though, so excuse him if it was harder to tell.

It struck him, too, that like Blind, she did not seem as nonplussed by his presence as some others, those who might have seen the mask, or the shimmer of heat around him, and known in their prey-hearts that something was wrong.

He watched in some fascination as she sewed the child's bear shut, efficiently, clinically, and still managed the warmth in the handoff before turning to him.

He had heard the crunch of footsteps nearing, but more importantly he could feel it, from faroff, the lick of energy that told him whether it was something worth pursuing to grind into a smear in the snow. His head cocked, doglike, listening as though that might change anything, before he rose to his feet.