ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
Rafe had clocked those items soon after entering, scanning his surroundings with the attentive awareness of not only a soldier but a wolf. Exits, vantage points, possibly threats, and any other oddities or intriguing little bits and pieces, they were all picked up on and filed away for later. If he needed them later, that was. He didn’t anticipate any sort of trouble in a place like I Scream but this was Repose and if he had learned anything in his year and a half (give or take a few months) of being in town it was that almost anything was possible. Literally.
He could pick up on Oona’s curiosity as well, that she was holding something back even if it was something harmless like the desire to ask him some kind of question before deciding against it for whatever reason. It was all in the subtle signs: the beat of the heart, it’s steadiness and pace; their breathing, much the same as the heart; the colour in the cheeks and the dilation of the pupils; even a person’s scent changed at a time like that, their body chemistry shifting and changing just enough for that to be reflected in their unique and distinct scent. Over time Rafe had gotten not only more comfortable with deciphering those signs but also more skilled. Sometimes it was just a curiosity, like those bats and ravens, but at other times it could be incredibly helpful. This was definitely more the former.
“Me?” Oh, she had no idea. But he couldn’t tell her what immediately came to mind, and he couldn’t laugh either, no matter how funny it was to him in that moment to be asked if he had ever seen anything out of the ordinary. “Little things, definitely,” he said instead, conversationally and comfortably. “Much the same as what you described, along with those moments when you’re sure you’ve seen something in the corner of your eye but when you turn your head?” He made a soft, quiet poof sound, knowing she would understand perfectly. “But I believe there’s much more to this world than what we can see and hear, even feel. All of these stories and legends had to start somewhere, and they can’t all be tall tales.” Werewolves, for example. Definitely one hundred percent real.