Gansey's smile sharpens for just a second at that bullshit look. People who think others lie over stupid things are sometimes just telling on themselves.
"Either it's not the right kind of looking, or they're not the right kind of people," he answers absently, on the hunt for another stone. The method this time seems to mostly involve scuffing the rocks with his shoes, or digging them up with the toe of the sole. It's less effective than asking. "Or something doesn't want to be found, I guess."
"Good to meet you, Loki." Gansey clearly recognized the name, and just as clearly isn't mentioning it. He just offers up that easy smile again, shortly followed by a pleased hum as he finds another stone. Then he lifts it and whistles lowly, holding it up between thumb and forefinger. It's a hag stone. On the shore of a lake. He squints one eye closed to use the other to peer at Loki through the hole.
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"Either it's not the right kind of looking, or they're not the right kind of people," he answers absently, on the hunt for another stone. The method this time seems to mostly involve scuffing the rocks with his shoes, or digging them up with the toe of the sole. It's less effective than asking. "Or something doesn't want to be found, I guess."
"Good to meet you, Loki." Gansey clearly recognized the name, and just as clearly isn't mentioning it. He just offers up that easy smile again, shortly followed by a pleased hum as he finds another stone. Then he lifts it and whistles lowly, holding it up between thumb and forefinger. It's a hag stone. On the shore of a lake. He squints one eye closed to use the other to peer at Loki through the hole.