[even if wanda doesn't know if this will lead anywhere at all, doing something is better than continuing to stay in her room and stare at a wall, so she's here, examining ashes scattered on the ground. there's another group here, too, but for the most part, she works alone, following what trails she can. at least, until —
she stops just short of running into someone, near where a woman named greer had been found. her eyes lift and instantly narrow when she puts the identity together.
the man who'd interrupted the accusations just to hear himself talk.
her arms fold across her chest. her voice is sharp.]
If you have anything else that's useless to say, you might as well get it over with.
[ Oberyn's got his palm down in the soil, dried leaves and twigs shifted layer by layer. The smell of burnt flesh is still in the air, a smell one never gets used to because its likeness is not all that different from pike roasted swine or braised bovine.
There's a frown to his features, his brow knit into the bridge; he's clearly in thought, but is snapped free from that rumination when he realizes he's the one being addressed. ]
But it wasn't useless then, just because it was of no use to you. Miss?
[ With his attention divided, he peels his eyes from where he'd been searching to indulge the conversation. ]
[ He sighs deeply through his nose at the unsettled landscape in front of them and pops up off his haunches to greet her properly, extending a hand. ]
Well met, Lady Wanda. On the subject of Misty, I was unfortunately uninformed and had failed to connect that with Shauna and her accusation until it was better explained to me.
[ Oberyn casts a wayward glance past her, and presses his lips into a thin line. ]
No, we are not. I am here for my friend, Greer, who deserved better. She was in mourning when she was taken in this way, and only a coward strikes down someone already belayed by grief as well as handicapped by it.
[unfortunately uninformed; that, wanda thinks, is an understatement. but she's willing to bite her tongue, to put it behind her and uncross her arms, to take the hand that he offers. does a first impression really matter?
not really. not in the face of this.
her face softens, and the edge smooths out of her voice. what remains is only quiet.]
I'm sorry.
[for greer, for him, for everyone. no one deserves what's happening here.
she lets her hand linger in his for a second longer than it needs to, a tangible addition to that apology, a comfort, before she releases it.]
Do you know if she had any enemies? Someone who would've been willing to do that?
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@barnes.
just so you know
@viper
to be endowed with your concern, however, is a privelege
no subject
and this isn't concern, it's a threat
[Okay, so maybe it's really just flat out fear. But what can he say? Oberyn's kind of the closest friend he's got who isn't from his world.]
no subject
Prosthetic or no, I think you'd find us somewhat evenly matched.
action.
she stops just short of running into someone, near where a woman named greer had been found. her eyes lift and instantly narrow when she puts the identity together.
the man who'd interrupted the accusations just to hear himself talk.
her arms fold across her chest. her voice is sharp.]
If you have anything else that's useless to say, you might as well get it over with.
tw: reference to burnt flesh
There's a frown to his features, his brow knit into the bridge; he's clearly in thought, but is snapped free from that rumination when he realizes he's the one being addressed. ]
But it wasn't useless then, just because it was of no use to you. Miss?
[ With his attention divided, he peels his eyes from where he'd been searching to indulge the conversation. ]
no subject
[she takes a step closer, arms still crossed over her chest, a deep crease forming between her brows.]
Everyone knew it was Misty who'd done the poisoning, so trying to argue it wasn't her was useless. Just so you're aware.
[but, after a long inhale —]
But we're not here because of Misty.
[and exhale.]
no subject
[ He sighs deeply through his nose at the unsettled landscape in front of them and pops up off his haunches to greet her properly, extending a hand. ]
Well met, Lady Wanda. On the subject of Misty, I was unfortunately uninformed and had failed to connect that with Shauna and her accusation until it was better explained to me.
[ Oberyn casts a wayward glance past her, and presses his lips into a thin line. ]
No, we are not. I am here for my friend, Greer, who deserved better. She was in mourning when she was taken in this way, and only a coward strikes down someone already belayed by grief as well as handicapped by it.
no subject
not really. not in the face of this.
her face softens, and the edge smooths out of her voice. what remains is only quiet.]
I'm sorry.
[for greer, for him, for everyone. no one deserves what's happening here.
she lets her hand linger in his for a second longer than it needs to, a tangible addition to that apology, a comfort, before she releases it.]
Do you know if she had any enemies? Someone who would've been willing to do that?