"Typical," sighed the woman, dark lips thinning slightly for what seemed to be ever-present red tape that was so very common within governmental hierarchy.Â
Daring to take a hand off the reins that she had tightly wrapped around hands that were lightly scarred upon knuckles and digits by thin, almost unnoticeable lines, the Highlander threaded her fingers through the blonde pallor of her bangs for a few passing beats. It then dropped to her lap. As those ocean hues turned once more to the dark-haired miqo'te beside her, Odette offered a sympathetic smile as she listened to the explanation; small as it was. Even in doing so, her attention was not fully present, however, as if the gears of her mind were already churning for possibility and probability both.Â
"Tasarth." was murmured softly under her breath; not a name she recognized. A moment later, the woman thumbed at the freckled curve of her sculpted nose and suggested, "T'first thing yer goin' t'want t'do is ask around those were were t'same rank as he were. Screw t'big fellas, they ain't gonna tell ye shite. Whether they cannae or willnae are both two sides of t'same coin, sah mebbe those he actually worked with who ain't got their heads up their asses could at least give ye some idea of when an' where he were last seen. That's gonna give ye somethin' of a radius, at least. Yer also gonna want t'tell me where I can find this Tasarth fellow." continued Odette, gesturing with a few bronzed fingers as they rode.Â
A single slap was given to her neck for the unfortunate blood-sucker that had taken it's perch thereon. "If nae me, then someone else what can have a little chat with that sentient popato."
Daring to take a hand off the reins that she had tightly wrapped around hands that were lightly scarred upon knuckles and digits by thin, almost unnoticeable lines, the Highlander threaded her fingers through the blonde pallor of her bangs for a few passing beats. It then dropped to her lap. As those ocean hues turned once more to the dark-haired miqo'te beside her, Odette offered a sympathetic smile as she listened to the explanation; small as it was. Even in doing so, her attention was not fully present, however, as if the gears of her mind were already churning for possibility and probability both.Â
"Tasarth." was murmured softly under her breath; not a name she recognized. A moment later, the woman thumbed at the freckled curve of her sculpted nose and suggested, "T'first thing yer goin' t'want t'do is ask around those were were t'same rank as he were. Screw t'big fellas, they ain't gonna tell ye shite. Whether they cannae or willnae are both two sides of t'same coin, sah mebbe those he actually worked with who ain't got their heads up their asses could at least give ye some idea of when an' where he were last seen. That's gonna give ye somethin' of a radius, at least. Yer also gonna want t'tell me where I can find this Tasarth fellow." continued Odette, gesturing with a few bronzed fingers as they rode.Â
A single slap was given to her neck for the unfortunate blood-sucker that had taken it's perch thereon. "If nae me, then someone else what can have a little chat with that sentient popato."
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"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
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