What Tamsin lacks sometimes in awareness of her surroundings, she makes up for in awareness of people. It's not that she was consciously going to really-for-real ask Jack and Ingrid to recount what happened right-away now (!), but when Jack starts in she sure doesn't stop him, because rocks could come out've nowhere and kill everybody, and then she'd never have known, and that would be the worst thing ever. Ingrid - she's still eyeing, and it's truth of the kind written down in books for people to know down the ages that the mention of a sword brightens her up a little.
"Okay I'm gonna get some sage, Heck you wanna?" It's not unfinished so much as abbreviated so much because she knows she doesn't need to over-use words. She's also not 100% on what'd be the best place to hose Jack off and to cleanse him n' Ingrid. Inside never seems right for that kind of thing, but! But that's what the umbra is for, isn't it? Yessir, it is, and that way there won't be any shit and snake venom and dissintegrating flesh tracked through the guest room.
But then there's an introduction, and then there is Calden on a horse: a horse who is having a bad, bad reaction.
Tamsin used to like books about horses. She went through that phase. She was nine, maybe. She was a pretty good reader, but for a solid month or two all she'd read were books with horses. Then she read Black Beauty and never wanted to read a horse book again, ever, so she widens her eyes at the poor horse's reaction and maybe admires what strikes a book-fed Fianna girl as good riding, and then she starts to feel a hint that tell-tale Dad Just Found You With Dylan Mantchev or Caught By Police Officer While Picking A Car Door's Lock With A Hanger (So It Really Looks Hard To Explain) apprehension.
"You know Jack and Hector," she says, "And this is Ingrid. They need…"
But Hector puts his finger up, and she shoots him a wary look, like she's not 100% she wants him to say something, but when you have a choice between two wolves and you choose to follow one instead of the other you (if you are Tamsin Hall) remember your choice and act like he's your leader, which he is.
"Okay I'm gonna get some sage, Heck you wanna?" It's not unfinished so much as abbreviated so much because she knows she doesn't need to over-use words. She's also not 100% on what'd be the best place to hose Jack off and to cleanse him n' Ingrid. Inside never seems right for that kind of thing, but! But that's what the umbra is for, isn't it? Yessir, it is, and that way there won't be any shit and snake venom and dissintegrating flesh tracked through the guest room.
But then there's an introduction, and then there is Calden on a horse: a horse who is having a bad, bad reaction.
Tamsin used to like books about horses. She went through that phase. She was nine, maybe. She was a pretty good reader, but for a solid month or two all she'd read were books with horses. Then she read Black Beauty and never wanted to read a horse book again, ever, so she widens her eyes at the poor horse's reaction and maybe admires what strikes a book-fed Fianna girl as good riding, and then she starts to feel a hint that tell-tale Dad Just Found You With Dylan Mantchev or Caught By Police Officer While Picking A Car Door's Lock With A Hanger (So It Really Looks Hard To Explain) apprehension.
"You know Jack and Hector," she says, "And this is Ingrid. They need…"
But Hector puts his finger up, and she shoots him a wary look, like she's not 100% she wants him to say something, but when you have a choice between two wolves and you choose to follow one instead of the other you (if you are Tamsin Hall) remember your choice and act like he's your leader, which he is.