[ she laughs a little, both at his despair for the sand and his attempt at repeating the chinese phrase. as jacob falls into step with her, he might notice that river is actively heading in the right direction without him telling her where ( or how ) he mysteriously located their next "target." ]
Like pigs, but less cute or friendly. Hard to trust anyone in Porkham Hall.
[ should she be so open about her dislike of them? who knows. she's not the type to pay attention to those sorts of niceties.
suddenly she points down the road to someone leaning against a wall, seemingly struggling to unpack some crates. ]
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Like pigs, but less cute or friendly. Hard to trust anyone in Porkham Hall.
[ should she be so open about her dislike of them? who knows. she's not the type to pay attention to those sorts of niceties.
suddenly she points down the road to someone leaning against a wall, seemingly struggling to unpack some crates. ]
Is that them?