[ Gray isn't especially trusting of people who shine too brightly, having found that they're often hiding things or abnormal thinkers, or both. It goes doubly for leader types, who have little reason to ingratiate themselves to mice like her, Shard or no Shard.
Gray heeds Cyrus's beckoning slowly, carefully, her hooded gaze watchful. She listens to his introduction as closely as her addled brain will allow, weariness settling on her cloaked shoulders.
Though it may not be at all tactful, she asks softly and bluntly: ]
no subject
Gray heeds Cyrus's beckoning slowly, carefully, her hooded gaze watchful. She listens to his introduction as closely as her addled brain will allow, weariness settling on her cloaked shoulders.
Though it may not be at all tactful, she asks softly and bluntly: ]
What are we to you?