Lotte found as she looked around, that there was really very little she thought of here as irreplaceable. Once, perhaps, she wouldn't felt differently... when she had nothing else in her life to look forward to, no other options available. Until now, scarcity had been her life, the idea of abundance on the horizon... still felt surreal, but then again, she only had one duffel bag to take with her wherever she was headed. The rest of whatever she'd need well...
Her eyes strayed over to Alastor, wrapped in a thick, curling smoke.
It wasn't much, in the grand scheme of things, was it?
Surely they could manage that.
"I do, but I think it only fair I gave it a rest. It's done a good job keeping the dust out of here."
She scanned the room again, moving over to another wall where sat a crooked and beat up dresser, tugging open the top drawer. Out came a few vials and supplies, more random pieces of paper with scribbled sigils and spells, and a few half-burned candles, pausing only when Alastor mentioned the house.
"It's already ready?"
Lotte turned to him, brow quirked. "I feel like there might be a compliment hidden in there."
Another dresser opened, and she crouched down to pull out the well-worn dresses tucked inside, few and far between. A green and dull, blue plaid Alastor had seen before, and one additional that might once have been red. Each had been mended by hand in spots more than once, nearly threadbare in places. As each was pulled out and folded gently into her arms, she considered Alastor's question.
"You've got little to worry about there. I don't have much in the way of expectations, after this place."
There was a pause, and then she glanced over at him, peek through her lashes.
"... Can I reserve the right to request changes once we arrive?"
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Lotte found as she looked around, that there was really very little she thought of here as irreplaceable. Once, perhaps, she wouldn't felt differently... when she had nothing else in her life to look forward to, no other options available. Until now, scarcity had been her life, the idea of abundance on the horizon... still felt surreal, but then again, she only had one duffel bag to take with her wherever she was headed. The rest of whatever she'd need well...
Her eyes strayed over to Alastor, wrapped in a thick, curling smoke.
It wasn't much, in the grand scheme of things, was it?
Surely they could manage that.
"I do, but I think it only fair I gave it a rest. It's done a good job keeping the dust out of here."
She scanned the room again, moving over to another wall where sat a crooked and beat up dresser, tugging open the top drawer. Out came a few vials and supplies, more random pieces of paper with scribbled sigils and spells, and a few half-burned candles, pausing only when Alastor mentioned the house.
"It's already ready?"
Lotte turned to him, brow quirked. "I feel like there might be a compliment hidden in there."
Another dresser opened, and she crouched down to pull out the well-worn dresses tucked inside, few and far between. A green and dull, blue plaid Alastor had seen before, and one additional that might once have been red. Each had been mended by hand in spots more than once, nearly threadbare in places. As each was pulled out and folded gently into her arms, she considered Alastor's question.
"You've got little to worry about there. I don't have much in the way of expectations, after this place."
There was a pause, and then she glanced over at him, peek through her lashes.
"... Can I reserve the right to request changes once we arrive?"