[Without a reason to hide she steps back around the tree, movements slow. Not skittish but...sheepish. She hadn't meant to ruin whatever it was she'd stumbled across. With no real knowledge of Loki in truth or this little musical creature, Adele is left flying blind. There are few things she hates more than flying blind.
The shrug seemed forced. Or did it? Or did it not seem forced and yet feel- interpreting Loki's body language would only leave her with a headache. Something so fluid and ambiguous is set aside in favor of how he holds himself. Braced for the worst.
It's apparent only due to her familiarity with that particular posture. Braced for ridicule, for the worst sort of news. For a blow.
Something she saw in herself far too often, but why a trickster god should be so very tense is beyond her.]
They seem fond of you. I'll go. There's no need for you to do so as well.
[Even as it approaches she doesn't...know what to make of it. Or the tones. She can't pick apart what the intent behind the music is just yet. She hasn't heard enough. What she can do is nod back in Loki's direction and offer a soft, intent tone.]
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The shrug seemed forced. Or did it? Or did it not seem forced and yet feel- interpreting Loki's body language would only leave her with a headache. Something so fluid and ambiguous is set aside in favor of how he holds himself. Braced for the worst.
It's apparent only due to her familiarity with that particular posture. Braced for ridicule, for the worst sort of news. For a blow.
Something she saw in herself far too often, but why a trickster god should be so very tense is beyond her.]
They seem fond of you. I'll go. There's no need for you to do so as well.
[Even as it approaches she doesn't...know what to make of it. Or the tones. She can't pick apart what the intent behind the music is just yet. She hasn't heard enough. What she can do is nod back in Loki's direction and offer a soft, intent tone.]
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