Dustfinger only busied himself with his marten friend as she finished her business, simply pretending he didn’t hear anything. He was very good at that, very good at tuning out those who had hurt him. It wasn’t the first time people had spoken about him as if he weren’t in the room, either. That was actually quite usual for him. Gwin nipped at his fingers and tried to struggle his way out of the bag, but he still kept him quiet and in the bag as promised.
He felt her eyes on him, and simply pretended not to notice, even though it felt like hot rays of the sun on his face. He wondered if she were staring at his horrible scars again. However, her words caused him to blink. Whose family? His? His heart twisted in unease.
The only time he acknowledged her presence was when she came up to him. Staring at her hard, scrutinize her face, he didn’t know what she wanted. He barely glanced at the bread she offered, and he didn’t take it. “What is this?” He asked, unsure if he ought to be insulted or not. He could provide for his girls all on his own, and they never went hungry. Not for a single evening. What was this charity for? “I haven’t done anything for you yet.” Was it a bribe? He simply didn’t know what to do. “The rest of—what?” It was obvious by his reaction that he was not used to simple kindness.
Despite her boisterous persona, there were more facets to Sarah than meets the eye, the problem was allowing others to see them shine through. Kindness. She was capable of being kind, for her heart did not harbor the seed of darkness within. She just had trouble with actually uttering out apologies and tried to fix them with gifts. Never did she intend to offend, but it was hard to find someone who harbored such gifts – it was lonesome in the forest with just Aunduin at her side.
Perhaps that was all she needed.
The bread was tapped at his chest as she smiled awkwardly, though directed her gaze away from his features and to her bag. “Please take it. As a token of my apology,” her voice was low, allowing only his ears to be graced by the softness it took. Tilting her head down, Sarah’s hair masked her profile while looking for Gwin, though she had a feeling he was kept well hidden. “I am sure he would like some of this as well. A gift of pardon and parting,” the sweet smile was hidden from view, purposely.
Waiting for him to take the offering, Sarah started to make her way toward the wooden door, and upon creaking it, heard Aunduin’s alarming bark. If he had not taken the piece of food already, it would have landed on the floorboards, for she bolted out the portal leading to the marketplace in a hurry that it sent her skirts flying when she moved with such haste. With a sack in one arm, the cloak and gloves in the other hand, Sarah confronted her companion and the commotion he started. When he directed her attention past her shoulder, Sarah saw his reason for distress.
Remember the man moments before? That angry individual speaking with other men about his coin? Seems he had a tongue for persuasion for they already had joined his cause in retrieving what he had lost. She could feel the glares, hot with aggression, as they spotted her, and quite easily at that. The red hair, she should have been wiser to have kept the cloak on - it was something she quickly came to regret not doing.
“Well, this is an unsavory predicament,” she whispered softly and looked to the door in hopes that Dustfinger would not be sought after as well.
But, truth be told, they were not angry that she had given some of his coin to the flame-dancer, all of his attention was mostly directed to her and some to Aunduin, the potential threat. They pointed and screamed out her location, in which, Sarah looked to Aunduin and nodded before starting to weave their way into the crowd, a bit too casually. It was a shame she couldn’t say more to Dustfinger, for she never wanted to leave a bad taste in his mouth when it came to her – but she couldn’t always please everyone.
Perfect example of that was the entourage behind her heels.
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