[ God, she's so fucking tired. It looks like something from Jester's dreams( if this is what Jester even dreams about, Beau's never been sure, especially not about Jester ). Pinks and purples and shining geodes that remind of her that one cave they were in at, maybe. It'd be nicer to look at if she knew where she was.
She breaks out of the crystals easily. Digs for her staff, her pouches ( takes an extra moment to count the number of gold she has, no one better have pickpocketed her again ), the random bits and bobbles she's acquired on her journey. Calls out for Jester, then Fjord, then Caleb, Nott, Caduceus, Yasha— Dairon. Nothing. Swears a couple of times for posterity.
The point is by the time Beau gets to this white haired pansy, she's already made quite a ruckus for herself. ] Do I look like I'm here to help? [ Staff in her hand, as she eyes the way that his hand is cupped together. Her eyes narrow. ] Who the hell are you? [ She's good at setting first impressions, this one. ]
why is he so awful ( one )
She breaks out of the crystals easily. Digs for her staff, her pouches ( takes an extra moment to count the number of gold she has, no one better have pickpocketed her again ), the random bits and bobbles she's acquired on her journey. Calls out for Jester, then Fjord, then Caleb, Nott, Caduceus, Yasha— Dairon. Nothing. Swears a couple of times for posterity.
The point is by the time Beau gets to this white haired pansy, she's already made quite a ruckus for herself. ] Do I look like I'm here to help? [ Staff in her hand, as she eyes the way that his hand is cupped together. Her eyes narrow. ] Who the hell are you? [ She's good at setting first impressions, this one. ]