[ Well. The witch might have more of his attention by default, but the ramblings of her friend are hard to ignore as well. Granted, the words themselves hold little value. Mundys believe all sorts of nonsensical things.
But the witch - Amelia Steinbeck, apparently - gives off a subtle air of discomfort, a whiff of nervousness tickling his nose. Lake lizard. Alright. That's a start. ]
You don't say.
[ His gaze shifts from Libby to Amelia, who is very clearly trying to not be involved in this conversation. ]
no subject
But the witch - Amelia Steinbeck, apparently - gives off a subtle air of discomfort, a whiff of nervousness tickling his nose. Lake lizard. Alright. That's a start. ]
You don't say.
[ His gaze shifts from Libby to Amelia, who is very clearly trying to not be involved in this conversation. ]
So? Ever seen the thing?