Greta hums in affirmation as she takes a small sip of her tea, both to gauge whether she wants to add anything, and to figure out exactly how much of the story she wants to give him. It can be rather a long tale, and she doesn't want to bore him. Or have him think her completely barking. She knows time in Darrow tends to do wonders for one's credulity, but there's no denying that her story -- or her neighbors' stories, anyway -- have been firmly relegated to the children's fiction section.
And she already feels a bit silly, just by virtue of the fact that she's here at all. Having tea with a baronet, for goodness sake.
"His father angered the Witch who lived next door," she delicately explains, cheeks already prickling with a self-conscious blush. "And she put a Curse on his entire family -- which eventually included me, of course. We didn't even know about it; my husband was... very young, when it happened." She adds some honey to her tea, then adds, "We couldn't have children," as if it was a silly inconvenience and not absolutely gutting.
She can’t quite bring herself to look at him. She’s not sure she wants to see whatever expression he might be wearing.
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Date: 2017-12-11 08:30 pm (UTC)And she already feels a bit silly, just by virtue of the fact that she's here at all. Having tea with a baronet, for goodness sake.
"His father angered the Witch who lived next door," she delicately explains, cheeks already prickling with a self-conscious blush. "And she put a Curse on his entire family -- which eventually included me, of course. We didn't even know about it; my husband was... very young, when it happened." She adds some honey to her tea, then adds, "We couldn't have children," as if it was a silly inconvenience and not absolutely gutting.
She can’t quite bring herself to look at him. She’s not sure she wants to see whatever expression he might be wearing.