Alys Glasse
At Deimos's booming laugh, Alys flushed red and her ears grew hot, and she glanced around to see who might be in sight of her embarrassment. She scowled at the man. I could do it if I wanted, she thought petulantly, and very nearly said as much to the man before her, until she remembered that she was not trying to persuade him. In fact, his reaction should be a welcome one. He did not want her as a soldier, and she did not want to be invited to be one, so there should be satisfaction all around.
She couldn't help her wounded pride, though.
In any case, she pursed her lips and huffed a breath. "Fine," she said, turning her nose up at him. "Just so we're clear." It occurred to her, briefly, that she could be more grateful to her companion, who did, in fact, seem to be offering help out of the kindness of his heart - or, she supposed, out of a desire for a good laugh. That was another option.
But he had asked another question - what did she want to focus on - before she'd managed to injure her pride, and so she turned her attention back to the matter at hand. "I want to make my magic stronger," she said. "But I'm not sure how."
She couldn't help her wounded pride, though.
In any case, she pursed her lips and huffed a breath. "Fine," she said, turning her nose up at him. "Just so we're clear." It occurred to her, briefly, that she could be more grateful to her companion, who did, in fact, seem to be offering help out of the kindness of his heart - or, she supposed, out of a desire for a good laugh. That was another option.
But he had asked another question - what did she want to focus on - before she'd managed to injure her pride, and so she turned her attention back to the matter at hand. "I want to make my magic stronger," she said. "But I'm not sure how."
