Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
Eddie hummed as if he knew the story would start with a small village and then almost choked on his tea as she started that beautiful sing-song tone. He smiled, setting the delicate tea cup down and turning towards her. Eddie did his best to not seem too delighted, but he hadn't heard an accent like that authentically; only through the theater. "Irish?" He guessed like an American who could easily tell the Bronx from Long Island apart, but nothing European.
"What in the world prompted you to come out here? I heard that place is so greeen." He loved the color, though his shade tended to be more neon than grassy. "And, I'd bet money that these very woods could do the same. I hear things, sometimes late at night, that don't sound like beast or man."