Alys Glasse
"Oh," Alys huffed in response to the explanation offered by Deimos. If her arms hadn't been shaking so badly, or if she hadn't been concentrating so hard on simply staying on the damn wall, she might have offered more of a retort. As it was, she merely pressed her lips in a thin line and tried once more to heave herself on top of the wall.
A hand appeared in her peripheral vision, and for a moment, her stubborn pride refused to take it. Then common sense took hold, and with a growl of frustration, Alys reached out to take the offered help. Once firmly on solid ground - sort of - she yanked her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest. "Thanks," she said gruffly, not quite meeting Deimos's gaze. It was easier to be grateful if she didn't have to make eye contact while she did it.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, Alys surveyed the view from the top of the wall. It must be nice, she supposed, to lord over the masses from on high. Was that what Deimos spent all day doing? She realized she knew next to nothing about him, save that he had offered her help with her magic. She glanced up at him suspiciously. "What did you say you did here again?"
A hand appeared in her peripheral vision, and for a moment, her stubborn pride refused to take it. Then common sense took hold, and with a growl of frustration, Alys reached out to take the offered help. Once firmly on solid ground - sort of - she yanked her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest. "Thanks," she said gruffly, not quite meeting Deimos's gaze. It was easier to be grateful if she didn't have to make eye contact while she did it.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, Alys surveyed the view from the top of the wall. It must be nice, she supposed, to lord over the masses from on high. Was that what Deimos spent all day doing? She realized she knew next to nothing about him, save that he had offered her help with her magic. She glanced up at him suspiciously. "What did you say you did here again?"
