[she'd skimmed the network and seen his detective work on the residents of saltburnt.]
Mostly the pirates and his ship, [digging around with her fingers, the dirt stains her skin and gets under her nails. she doesn't mind, plucking the flowers up from their home.] but his haki, too. I'm interested to see how powerful he is, but I don't think he sees himself as powerful.
Yeah, he's like those nerdy kids that don't really have a lot of confidence. Then it turns out they're super smart or talented or something.
[ He crouches, waits for her to hand something over. He's pretty sure he's never done this before. (Digging, definitely; picking flowers, not really.) ]
[the confidence- said as holds out a few flowers for him to take.]
I'm Yeko! [she grins at him, palm flattening over his open hand, dirt smudging his skin.] A nine-tailed fox. I am amazing, I know. It's a shame I'm stuck in this body. I usually don't mind, but the options are lacking. What are you?
[ And so Dom becomes the human basket of flowers. ]
What, really?
[ Huh. He never thought he'd meet one. But a lot of people never thought they'd meet a werewolf, either. Her question makes him panic a little, as what are you always does, but he manages to sputter out one piece of the truth. ]
[she begins grabbing clovers, or what may look like them – the commune's flora has similarities to what she's used to, but sometimes she looks at flowers and they seem off.]
A witch? We had those in my world. They were called Wrights, though– crafty, crafty people. [she sprinkles the clovers in his hands.] Are you any good?
[there's no upward inflection in her voice to indicate a request. she picks a few more flowers– adds some sprigs of what might be the beginnings (or ends) of drying morning glory, piling them on to dom's hands.]
Something happened a long time ago and the term 'witch' had too many negative connotations. [she sighs, pushing herself to her feet.] I think that's good. Are there any other flowers you see that you want to add? I'll pick them since your hands are full.
[ With an unspoken huh, wondering if it was anything like the stories where the women were unjustly accused and then burned. He hopes not, but he's not pressing on that when they have another matter in his literal hands. ]
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[she'd skimmed the network and seen his detective work on the residents of saltburnt.]
Mostly the pirates and his ship, [digging around with her fingers, the dirt stains her skin and gets under her nails. she doesn't mind, plucking the flowers up from their home.] but his haki, too. I'm interested to see how powerful he is, but I don't think he sees himself as powerful.
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Yeah, he's like those nerdy kids that don't really have a lot of confidence. Then it turns out they're super smart or talented or something.
[ He crouches, waits for her to hand something over. He's pretty sure he's never done this before. (Digging, definitely; picking flowers, not really.) ]
... Hey. What are you?
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[the confidence- said as holds out a few flowers for him to take.]
I'm Yeko! [she grins at him, palm flattening over his open hand, dirt smudging his skin.] A nine-tailed fox. I am amazing, I know. It's a shame I'm stuck in this body. I usually don't mind, but the options are lacking. What are you?
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What, really?
[ Huh. He never thought he'd meet one. But a lot of people never thought they'd meet a werewolf, either. Her question makes him panic a little, as what are you always does, but he manages to sputter out one piece of the truth. ]
A witch. I'm a witch. Not as impressive, I guess.
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[she begins grabbing clovers, or what may look like them – the commune's flora has similarities to what she's used to, but sometimes she looks at flowers and they seem off.]
A witch? We had those in my world. They were called Wrights, though– crafty, crafty people. [she sprinkles the clovers in his hands.] Are you any good?
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Not really. But I started learning it more seriously. Gale is my professor. He's really good.
[ Looking down at her selection, the back at her, ]
Why are they called Wrights?
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[there's no upward inflection in her voice to indicate a request. she picks a few more flowers– adds some sprigs of what might be the beginnings (or ends) of drying morning glory, piling them on to dom's hands.]
Something happened a long time ago and the term 'witch' had too many negative connotations. [she sighs, pushing herself to her feet.] I think that's good. Are there any other flowers you see that you want to add? I'll pick them since your hands are full.
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[ With an unspoken huh, wondering if it was anything like the stories where the women were unjustly accused and then burned. He hopes not, but he's not pressing on that when they have another matter in his literal hands. ]
Maybe the pink ones over there? The tiny ones.
[ Because... of Koby's hair... #hetried ]