
"I know." There was obvious mirth in her roguish grin. "But that's the fun of it. The dance."
"Now, I have read people's palms before. Do ye know ye can derive meaning from the slightest things? A callous on the finger. A line on a palm. The slightest shift of the glance." She gave him a pointed look. "Or lack thereof." She shrugged as she pushed off the pillar she had trapped him against, taking a step back to gaze upon the initials once more. "Ye can make anything mean something if ye wished. If the desire was there. It matters not who wrote it. As long as ye want it."Â
Green eyes peered back up at him. "Lest ye wish nothing of the sort."
"Now, I have read people's palms before. Do ye know ye can derive meaning from the slightest things? A callous on the finger. A line on a palm. The slightest shift of the glance." She gave him a pointed look. "Or lack thereof." She shrugged as she pushed off the pillar she had trapped him against, taking a step back to gaze upon the initials once more. "Ye can make anything mean something if ye wished. If the desire was there. It matters not who wrote it. As long as ye want it."Â
Green eyes peered back up at him. "Lest ye wish nothing of the sort."