[ She asks, not because she's upset or worried about him keeping it from her. No, she's asking because one knife.. One knife she can understand. But two? It weighs heavy in her hand despite how deliberately lightweight it's supposed to be (pocket knife, and all), sitting strange in her palm. It makes her uncomfortable in a way that she might seem dumb holding it the wrong way, because what if she's not cutting right? Is there a right way? Should she be more worried about that, or the way the leaves rustle when Cassian approaches?
The crouching mitigates the intensity of movement β the vines are more sluggish, lethargic, in their reach as they feel out where (and what) it is the air is being displaced, where exactly the motion is happening. What doesn't help Cassian's gentle ease to pluck those flowers is the loud, seemingly manifested out of nowhere, rattling of chains above him. That's right, this is the magic Lottie was alluding to: the now physical set of chains wrapped around the entirety of the building, pressing down against the, now thrashing, set of vines along the wall. But the magic isn't looking all that tight, some vines are wiggling and worming their way out of its grip. ]
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.. Have you had these the whole time?
[ She asks, not because she's upset or worried about him keeping it from her. No, she's asking because one knife.. One knife she can understand. But two? It weighs heavy in her hand despite how deliberately lightweight it's supposed to be (pocket knife, and all), sitting strange in her palm. It makes her uncomfortable in a way that she might seem dumb holding it the wrong way, because what if she's not cutting right? Is there a right way? Should she be more worried about that, or the way the leaves rustle when Cassian approaches?
The crouching mitigates the intensity of movement β the vines are more sluggish, lethargic, in their reach as they feel out where (and what) it is the air is being displaced, where exactly the motion is happening. What doesn't help Cassian's gentle ease to pluck those flowers is the loud, seemingly manifested out of nowhere, rattling of chains above him. That's right, this is the magic Lottie was alluding to: the now physical set of chains wrapped around the entirety of the building, pressing down against the, now thrashing, set of vines along the wall. But the magic isn't looking all that tight, some vines are wiggling and worming their way out of its grip. ]