[ Boaltinn feels so nostalgic to her. There were no bonfires in Kudal (an underground bonfire? not a good idea), but the dancing and merriment feel so familiar that she can't help but get swept up utterly and completely. The brunette hasn't replaced the clothing she appeared here wearing, so much like Molly's clothes—and, well, everything—stands out, it's no surprise that he manages to pick her out as she passes.
She nearly keeps walking as he cajoles her, but then he says something that makes her stop in her tracks as a wave of cold hits her. Destiny's crossroad. Eufemie turns quickly, hazel-green eyes widened slightly as she takes in his words, then his appearance. Could this person possibly... She takes a step closer, still taken aback but recovering. ]
Who told you..?
[ Could he possibly hear it? Could he hear it here? ]
ok I'm laughing at how perfect this prompt is for her. ii.
She nearly keeps walking as he cajoles her, but then he says something that makes her stop in her tracks as a wave of cold hits her. Destiny's crossroad. Eufemie turns quickly, hazel-green eyes widened slightly as she takes in his words, then his appearance. Could this person possibly... She takes a step closer, still taken aback but recovering. ]
Who told you..?
[ Could he possibly hear it? Could he hear it here? ]