Bloody Bones! Well, that might just be a better name. More honest.
[Scout hesitates just noticeably before putting her hand in his. Her fingernails are thick and made of tarnished, gleaming brass scored with many tiny lines, the same metal as on her feet. On her hands they look like claws that have been filed thoroughly down. There's also some scaling on the back of her hand and up her arm, and on the back of her neck, darker and duller than the soft coppery scales at her throat and the inside of her wrist.]
Yeah. Wouldn't my teachers be surprised, but then, everyone's a barbarian to someone else. [Scout wears her heart on her sleeve normally and has had to work at not showing everything she feels always. For a moment her face goes still and set. She glances at Beat's map again.] C'mon, should be... this way.
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[Scout hesitates just noticeably before putting her hand in his. Her fingernails are thick and made of tarnished, gleaming brass scored with many tiny lines, the same metal as on her feet. On her hands they look like claws that have been filed thoroughly down. There's also some scaling on the back of her hand and up her arm, and on the back of her neck, darker and duller than the soft coppery scales at her throat and the inside of her wrist.]
Yeah. Wouldn't my teachers be surprised, but then, everyone's a barbarian to someone else. [Scout wears her heart on her sleeve normally and has had to work at not showing everything she feels always. For a moment her face goes still and set. She glances at Beat's map again.] C'mon, should be... this way.