Rather than sneak through the shadows and insist on approaching from behind (it's one of her favourite ways to greet peopleāthough that's usually with those she knows well enough), Inej approaches in a manner that allows GwenaĆ«lle to see her. It's polite, after all.
She wears tight pants and a vest tailored close to her body. A knife glints from her belt; the rest are hidden (two up her sleeves and a couple tucked into her long, neatly braided hair). Inej doesn't make a sound; she wears what appears to be black ballet flats.
Looking up at the house with a wide smile (she's never quite seen anything like it, although one of the Wraith's crew described a small island that housed similar houses like this), she doesn't glance down as she walks with practised steps like she's been here many times before. "You should have answered with this place." Even though it had nothing to do with her question, it's a real overnight on Gwenaƫlle's behalf and a mistake Inej hopes she won't ever make again.
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She wears tight pants and a vest tailored close to her body. A knife glints from her belt; the rest are hidden (two up her sleeves and a couple tucked into her long, neatly braided hair). Inej doesn't make a sound; she wears what appears to be black ballet flats.
Looking up at the house with a wide smile (she's never quite seen anything like it, although one of the Wraith's crew described a small island that housed similar houses like this), she doesn't glance down as she walks with practised steps like she's been here many times before. "You should have answered with this place." Even though it had nothing to do with her question, it's a real overnight on Gwenaƫlle's behalf and a mistake Inej hopes she won't ever make again.
She likes this place. It's definitely not a cage.