07-24-2013, 12:45 PM
They probably meet at a park where Tamsin is doing poor bum musician's thing and luring money from people with a melange of covers and originals and her guitar. Her rage is under control but after-the-moot after-the-Full-Moon galliard girl's eyes are sunken in and it doesn't look like she's been getting all that much sleep. These are the nights with the bloodiest dreams and inclinations, the ones where the moon just wants her to howl. So!
She's glad enough to take a break and see the extremely likeable kinswoman and her smile isn't even feigned, though watch her expression go really confused when Sam holds out that box all grinning because she honestly cannot imagine what it might be and some Ragabash-trained caution causes her to take the box really r-e-a-l-l-y slowly as if it's going to turn into a pie-to-the-face.
Peeks at Sam.
Peeks at the box.
Peeks at Sam.
No--stares at Sam, squinting, opening the box slowly.
Then a squeak! And: "Oh! Whoa! So that's how--you just saw this somewhere and made it from looking??? That's--Um, that's really, really co--wait, wha," and her eyes go round-as-saucers, "I ca--but you were going to--did you, um, make another? Really? Because--um, it's,"
and she blushblushblushes in disbelieving maybe pleasure and apprehension like 'oh god no don't put yourself out.'
She's glad enough to take a break and see the extremely likeable kinswoman and her smile isn't even feigned, though watch her expression go really confused when Sam holds out that box all grinning because she honestly cannot imagine what it might be and some Ragabash-trained caution causes her to take the box really r-e-a-l-l-y slowly as if it's going to turn into a pie-to-the-face.
Peeks at Sam.
Peeks at the box.
Peeks at Sam.
No--stares at Sam, squinting, opening the box slowly.
Then a squeak! And: "Oh! Whoa! So that's how--you just saw this somewhere and made it from looking??? That's--Um, that's really, really co--wait, wha," and her eyes go round-as-saucers, "I ca--but you were going to--did you, um, make another? Really? Because--um, it's,"
and she blushblushblushes in disbelieving maybe pleasure and apprehension like 'oh god no don't put yourself out.'