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[survivra]

I don't want a locket.

[ katsa's dangling hers in front of her face, close to and giving a clear (as much as the locket's image quality is capable, anyway) image of her mismatched eyes, one an unnaturally vibrant green and the other a bright blue. she's Not Happy, if the pull of her eyebrows is any indication, and her voice is impatient. though the scene behind her isn't easy to make out, since she's holding the locket close, an astute observer might notice the twisted branches and dark green flora of la llorona. ]

I don't want any gifts. I'm not here for any kings and queens, so you can have this back—I'm not going to be yours more than I am anyone else's to do your bidding. There are enough kings to deal with already in Lienid and the Middluns. Do you imagine I won't find my own way?

[ well, all she heard was "from high king and queen" and "send a message" as she was busy trying to kick an imp in the face when she got her locket, so she thinks this is how this works. ]

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[survivra]

Well.

[ katsa doesn't understand what kelsi means with the last part of her statement, but she can guess the sentiment. she's not much interested in the cerebral aspect of creating something like music or art, and she's not a performer and has never been good at anything particularly artistic, herself; but she does know pride, and she knows enjoyment. and for kelsi's surprising kindness, katsa is curious. ]

You'll not need it, I'm sure. I should like to hear one of your songs sometime.

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[playmakings]

[ Oh.

Oh.

Someone's interested in her work. Someone that's not a Wildcat, of course. Kelsi feels something fluttering in her stomach that remind her less of butterflies and more of a small animal trying to sort of claw its way out of--

--no, no, too descriptive, but Kelsi's having a hard time concentrating with the weird feeling those words gave her, so she sort of looks like a deer in headlights: clueless, eyes wide, thinking, for a brief moment, that she's been tricked. ]

...Really?

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[survivra]

Likely not while I'm still in this forest. But after, if it's something you'd like to share, I would.

[ and then, realizing she has to have some way to identify her in the future: ]

My name is Katsa.

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[playmakings]

I'm Kelsi. [ She's trying not to get too happy about it. Trying to reign her enthusiasm in, but it's-- ]

--Once you get out of the woods, I'll try to contact you, okay? I mean, whenever you want of course, but you have to find yoru court and--um, maybe you're Seelie or Unseelie, but that doesn't matter because we're all in this together--and you could take a look at some of the stuff I've written and maybe if you can sing or dance we can do something or you could just tell me stories about your home and Grace and pretty eyes like yours and--

Um.

[ A deep breath and a wince. ]

Maybe step one first. Good luck finding your way, okay?

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[survivra]

[ Katsa's a little overwhelmed by that speech, but it's not a bad thing. More than anything, she's just... suddenly surging with appreciation and warmth. Katsa might not know how to respond in as many words, but she's no less grateful for it. ]

My Grace does nothing for my singing and dancing, but I'll be waiting for it, then, once we've the opportunity. [ And she smiles, because she doesn't need luck. ] Thank you, Kelsi.