"Ooooh, that sounds amazing. I was born in the bayou which is why..."
The words die then, forgetting why she is talking about the world she knew, why she's delighting in the snow and thinking of what else she needs to try before it goes away. If it goes away.
Her hands clench about the edge of her shawl as her head cants, eyes narrowing slightly. Looking him over, considering him against the images in her head. Nope, not even close to the same. With only a name and stories, she's filled in details and come up all wrong.
Taking a step closer, perhaps not her wisest of choices, but unable to help her curiosity. "Bigby Wolf?" As if she expects that maybe there's another Bigby in Wonderland? Straightening her shoulders, she offers her hand. "I had considered making introductions sooner," she admits with a crooked smile. "I'm Misty, not that I suspect you'll have ever heard of me. Different worlds and all. I'm a friend of Gren's."
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The words die then, forgetting why she is talking about the world she knew, why she's delighting in the snow and thinking of what else she needs to try before it goes away. If it goes away.
Her hands clench about the edge of her shawl as her head cants, eyes narrowing slightly. Looking him over, considering him against the images in her head. Nope, not even close to the same. With only a name and stories, she's filled in details and come up all wrong.
Taking a step closer, perhaps not her wisest of choices, but unable to help her curiosity. "Bigby Wolf?" As if she expects that maybe there's another Bigby in Wonderland? Straightening her shoulders, she offers her hand. "I had considered making introductions sooner," she admits with a crooked smile. "I'm Misty, not that I suspect you'll have ever heard of me. Different worlds and all. I'm a friend of Gren's."