[ Vasquez lets them lapse into stony silence without turning any attention towards Faraday as he deals with his horse. His feelings are a thunderous storm in his chest, fighting each other for prominence. It all prickles out over his skin, something heated and angry, indignant – even if he doesn't see the real reason why.
He hitches his own horse to the same tree, barely looking at Faraday as he undoes his saddlebag.
Short, curt, ]
No. It didn't.
[ If he's honest, it seemed to have some effect, but compared to how it usually works on mortals? It was nothing. ]
no subject
He hitches his own horse to the same tree, barely looking at Faraday as he undoes his saddlebag.
Short, curt, ]
No. It didn't.
[ If he's honest, it seemed to have some effect, but compared to how it usually works on mortals? It was nothing. ]
It waited when I told it to, but that was it.