Kim watched as the Winter Sovereign went behind the counter ‘fore turning back to Deadly and giving him a somewhat uncertain stare, a mean feat with eyes covered by a blindfold, or hair, or both. A hand brushes over the counter until pointed fingers touch some piece of knicker-knack, fingertips brushing over it. “I suppose that could be one way to put it though Winter is still tenuous for, at the least, me. For now at least.”
With Queen Katrin’s invitation for a seat, lemonade and a sharing of secrets comes as a surprise, and judging by her expression not an altogether pleasant one. Nonetheless she shrug out of her long coat, revealing a black sweater banded with red across the midsection and black jeans, and drapes it across the back of one of the old chairs before taking one of the glasses and her seat; taking the odd sip of it and picking at the frayed ends of her blindfold gathered into her lap. She smiles, though shivers. “A theater? I cannot remember the last time I’ve had the pleasure of seeing one, at least ones that I’d care to remember.”
“And once I’ve already gone speaking I might as well continue; my name’s Kim. Winter Courtier, as might be obvious,” she smiles, a foot scraping at the small pile of snow that seems to have drifted against her boots, “and by the sound of it quite a bit like… Deadly, in the regards that I’ve been in Sacramento for almost a year now. I’ve not been particularly keen on, to be frank, anything until recently…” She trails away, chewing on her lower lip.
“When I grew up… I loved Indiana Jones, like a lot. I was dead set to marry him when I got old.”
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