eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Her eyes met his, igniting the stubborn spark in her. She was fully prepared to go down kicking if he was the type to take advantage of someone in her state. She had little on her person other than a few coins and a couple of throwing knives, so it's not like he'd be able to steal anything of significant worth. The rest of her gear had fallen or gotten destroyed in her.. travels, if it could be called that. Aside from the clothes on her back, she hadn't much to her name. That reality was starting to sink in as he cast a tall shadow across her face.
There was regret in the hesitant flick of her eyes, the knot in her throat, and the flush of her face. At first his comment confused her but, she was already piecing that identity together anyway. "I'm not from here, no," she muttered back, eyeing him up and down. He didn't have a lot of bulk, at least.
Her shoulders jumped and she unsheathed the knife when he suddenly moved but, she slowly relaxed as she realized he was... bowing. A deep furrow threaded her browline, as his last words did not match the gesture. With a small, quick movement she returned the knife to its place on her belt. She heaved with the effort it took to get upright, a rush suddenly pulsing into her head. For a moment, she swayed but, she was able to steady herself on a nearby stack of boxes.
"Hh-" she gulped, "hold on, you-" she looked back at his scruffy face, noting to herself that there wasn't truly much of a height difference between them. She wondered, then, if he was apart of it all. Did he help? Is he an accomplice? If that's the case, this must be... where they all hide. Her aggravation spiked; she'd been thrown into the belly of the beast!
"What's going on?! Tell me what you know-" she moved to snatch his arm and ensure he did not escape, "who are you!? Are you working with the mages?! Tell me how to get back to Oreville!"
There was regret in the hesitant flick of her eyes, the knot in her throat, and the flush of her face. At first his comment confused her but, she was already piecing that identity together anyway. "I'm not from here, no," she muttered back, eyeing him up and down. He didn't have a lot of bulk, at least.
Her shoulders jumped and she unsheathed the knife when he suddenly moved but, she slowly relaxed as she realized he was... bowing. A deep furrow threaded her browline, as his last words did not match the gesture. With a small, quick movement she returned the knife to its place on her belt. She heaved with the effort it took to get upright, a rush suddenly pulsing into her head. For a moment, she swayed but, she was able to steady herself on a nearby stack of boxes.
"Hh-" she gulped, "hold on, you-" she looked back at his scruffy face, noting to herself that there wasn't truly much of a height difference between them. She wondered, then, if he was apart of it all. Did he help? Is he an accomplice? If that's the case, this must be... where they all hide. Her aggravation spiked; she'd been thrown into the belly of the beast!
"What's going on?! Tell me what you know-" she moved to snatch his arm and ensure he did not escape, "who are you!? Are you working with the mages?! Tell me how to get back to Oreville!"
Aurelia
