[Her eyes lock onto the rune in obvious fascination. Justine has seen people carrying such objects but never this close. She reaches out and then hesitates, pulling her hand back a few inches as her gaze flicks between the man and the odd stone.]
May I? [Only after getting his permission will she touch the rune, tracing the pad of her finger delicately across the etched stone.]
I don't think I could make it over the fire. [Her lips pressed together in an amused smile.] These aren't the kind of physical activities I excel at. [It's a private joke at her own expense. The White Court likes to keep their food as docile and compliant as possible, and while Justine has been taught basic skills, she's never learned to do anything like this.
Even if she doesn't burn herself, she'd only step through the fire and test the charms potency.]
you're all good. I am slow to tag at the best of times.
May I? [Only after getting his permission will she touch the rune, tracing the pad of her finger delicately across the etched stone.]
I don't think I could make it over the fire. [Her lips pressed together in an amused smile.] These aren't the kind of physical activities I excel at. [It's a private joke at her own expense. The White Court likes to keep their food as docile and compliant as possible, and while Justine has been taught basic skills, she's never learned to do anything like this.
Even if she doesn't burn herself, she'd only step through the fire and test the charms potency.]