Annoyance began to set in as the man seemed content to ignore her and continue his staring. The stories she’d heard back home said that communication would be just fine, and she knew that when she spoke it was a language that did not feel like her own, yet she knew it. So she knew this man must be able to understand her. Were her hands not occupied by her pack and quarterstaff, she’d be indignantly crossing them over her chest. Instead, her eyes narrowed and a frown formed.
She might be inclined to sympathy, seeing the obvious signs of emotional distress this man was showing, but his words and especially his blatant dismissal were a sting to her pride. ”And who am I supposed to be?” She asked in as sharp a tone as her cold-burned throat would allow. If she would be treated rudely, she felt she deserved an explanation. Though the thought was nagging her that maybe everyone here was going to be rude, she wasn’t sure what to expect at all. It would certainly be a wound to her pride if everyone she met would be the type to stare, and then dismiss. The staring she could tolerate, the dismissal she could not.
Tala
there's a world that was meant for us to see
