( Under her breath, for the most part, although she isn't going out of her way to make herself unheard. This man already witnessed the tail-end of her tantrum; an irritated cuss is neither here nor there. Benedikta looks pensive for a moment before drawing her gaze back up to the stranger: )
You use Thorne's magic too, I take it?
( She seems ... cagey, almost, like it's something she's still getting used to talking about. It's hard to separate what she's learned of this place to her own prejudices about Bearers and Dominants, and speaking of magic-users as equals (hah, please) may take a little practice.
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... Fuck.
( Under her breath, for the most part, although she isn't going out of her way to make herself unheard. This man already witnessed the tail-end of her tantrum; an irritated cuss is neither here nor there. Benedikta looks pensive for a moment before drawing her gaze back up to the stranger: )
You use Thorne's magic too, I take it?
( She seems ... cagey, almost, like it's something she's still getting used to talking about. It's hard to separate what she's learned of this place to her own prejudices about Bearers and Dominants, and speaking of magic-users as equals (hah, please) may take a little practice.
She lifts her chin, assessing. )
What is your name?