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06-08-2017, 12:19 AM
She mirrored him step for step, evading her own question with a mischievous smile and an all-too-theatrical shrug, all the while taunting, dangling something hidden and tantalizing before his nose. Roland had kept his secrets close to his chest, and now she did the same, denying him an answer to the inquiry with an impish frivolity. She dismissed the topic with an airy sigh then, just as his curiousity was piqued, and he watched as the Songbird shared a glance with her wily companion in the midst of giggles and smirks. He did not take notice of where her eyes lingered, nor did he see the collar fixed round Imogen’s neck. Instead, his gaze was drawn back to the lavender blossom and its earthly accompaniments. Yet, in the face of his joke, he was met only with a look of confusion. The laughter he expected to hear did not come from Lena herself, but her companion, and in the place of understanding, the mare’s eyes wandered, searching, pondering, what it was he referred to. Roland felt the smile on his lips grow, a chuckle rumbling in his throat. Imogen seemed to share in his amusement as Lena contemplated quietly, unaware of the leaves that had become tangled in her curls. She seemed only to grow more perplexed as the kitsune’s high pitched laughter rang throughout the quiet greenhouse, and Roland couldn’t help but find amusement in her delight. Lena tilted her head in an attempt to search for what he had gestured to, and evidently came up empty-handed and all the more confounded. No doubt she had become so engrossed in her work that she had not noticed how the plant life had tangled itself around her. She tensed beneath their gazes, a growing look of concern replacing the joy her eyes had held just earlier, and yet she remained good humoured and courteous in the face of his jest. Roland let out an airy laugh, moving forwards to brush his nose against hers in a reassuring touch. His gaze flicked up once more, purposefully, to the leaves resting in her hair, and he tilted his head as if in consideration as she murmured a hesitant compliment for his gift. “It does indeed, but I think they hold a certain charm of their own.” With that, he reached out and picked one of the leaves from her hair. Its dry, brittle edge fractured between his lips as he drew back and held it before the Songbird so she could see. Unable to hold back a grin, he let it go, and it spiraled gently to the ground at their feet. He then endeavored to bring the light, the laughter, back to her face. “And here I thought you were trying out a new look,” he said with a wink, leaning in to pull another from her forelock. He let it take to the air like the last, spinning end over end until it came to rest on the soft soil. A warm smile settled upon his face once more, his antics concluded, and he nodded to the leaves that remained. “You look lovely either way.” Then his gaze returned to Imogen, for he had not forgotten Lena’s earlier performance, and noted the collar around her neck, a thin strip of blue peeking out through her white fur. It appeared unassuming and ordinary, though the Phantom had his doubts that its purpose was so simple. “So, what have you been up to? If you demand an exchange, I suppose I could be persuaded to swap my intel for yours…” he prompted with a sly grin. @Lena |
