Re: [Woods: Patrick & Raven]
Her face didn't move much, like she'd never learned (or had forgotten) how to make expressions. It didn't have the plasticity of someone who'd received too much plastic surgery - the skin didn't look as if it couldn't move - she simply maintained a rather flat appearance.
And oh. He was young. Maybe that should have been obvious to her at first, but it took time for her to realize. And that wasn't to say that she didn't know that the young could still be dangerous (sometimes even moreso than those with more years to their name), but though he was tall and quick, there was no malice to him. And if her expressions came rarely, his flicked across his face like wind, there one second and moving on the next. He made her think of dried leaves caught in a tornado, never quite stilling from moment to moment. Her head cocked to the side as she watched him, dark eyes still fixed.
When he nodded like that... it was perhaps a cruel thought, but to her he looked... simple. Nodding with no words, like he couldn't get his head to stop. Though the entire situation was strange, so she could reserve such an judgement until another time. Then his words started again, still too fast, and she had to focus in order to follow him at that speed. Being called 'woodlady' amused her, and it showed around her eyes and a glint in the deep black of them. And of course she had seen him. Most of the other creatures in the area had camouflage, but not him. He stood out with that hair and the plaid and the rest of his clothing that didn't blend him into the surroundings. Another bob of a nod to that question.
And then, with that Poof!, her eyes widened just a bit and she cocked her head in the opposite direction. She hadn't been expecting it, nor the point of his finger in her direction. It took another moment, but she lifted her free hand, the one that had been unmoving at her side (like its presence had only just occurred to her), and mirrored his previous stance, pressing it flat to her chest. But instead of copying the poof!, she rested it there for a moment before she lifted it farther and away, a more graceful movement of hand and fingers, like she was drawing the path of water - or wind - through the air.