Amalia
the shield of safrin
He's an odd sort, dismissive of the information she gives, and it rubs her slightly the wrong way. So when he reaches for the pie and something in her snaps a little; with quick reflexes Amalia grabs it back, pulling the pan toward her and out of reach. "You haven't told me what you'll trade for, yet." There's a touch of fang behind her lips, half playful, half dangerous, her expression calm.
"'Anything else?'" Amalia repeats, blinking slowly at the question. In terms of... what? Unique qualities of Caido? Races? Words that start with A? She has no concept of how he wants the question answered, so she stays silent, bemused and annoyed and not in a mood to hold his hand through this information gathering process.
"'Anything else?'" Amalia repeats, blinking slowly at the question. In terms of... what? Unique qualities of Caido? Races? Words that start with A? She has no concept of how he wants the question answered, so she stays silent, bemused and annoyed and not in a mood to hold his hand through this information gathering process.
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
