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Rylyn heard a faint inquire about the situation that was unraveling fast between her and the man in front of her. Though she payed little to no mind to the man from a distance, not wanting to take her eyes off of the almost white-haired male in front of her. She didn't want to hurt her new friend.
This was roughly how the edit was; ))
Rylyn heard a faint inquire about the situation that was unraveling fast between her and the man in front of her. Though she payed little to no mind to the man from a distance, not wanting to take her eyes off of the almost white-haired male in front of her. She didn't want to hurt her new friend.
He didn't understand. Why was she still grinning? It sent a shiver down his spine, but he couldn't tell if that was the reason why he was shaking. The male swallowed, lowering his eyes to refuse meeting hers. "No.. No, I don't particularly 'like' mousers." His attention snapped forward again. "I.. I am not a dove." Rolling his wrist to sway the dagger, he also placed the opposite hand on his hip. "I believe that wouldn't be the right animal to begin describing myself." With a click of his tongue, he silently exhaled. Confidence. Straightened posture. Furious look. Why was it so hard to put on those expressions?
Lief snarled- more at himself than the woman- before he curled his lip back and sneered. "Listen, mouser, I demand you reveal what your... your 'plan' is before I resort to violence. I have seen people of your kind, and it never ends well on your peoples' behalf." He used his free hand to run his fingers through his hair. His leg had stopped aching, but the situation brought another ache to his head as his thoughts whirled throughout his mind. The thief was confused, panicked, and a swirl of mixed emotions that he couldn't quite pin down. The crimson red in his cheeks had flushed, the only evidence that it was ever there was the pale pink that replaced it. He kept his dagger held high, though he watched in mild curiosity as her gaze drifted to the blade. What the hell was going on? It seemed like the question found its way into every situation Lief was placed in, and it felt like it would keep coming until he finally got an answer.
Lief snarled- more at himself than the woman- before he curled his lip back and sneered. "Listen, mouser, I demand you reveal what your... your 'plan' is before I resort to violence. I have seen people of your kind, and it never ends well on your peoples' behalf." He used his free hand to run his fingers through his hair. His leg had stopped aching, but the situation brought another ache to his head as his thoughts whirled throughout his mind. The thief was confused, panicked, and a swirl of mixed emotions that he couldn't quite pin down. The crimson red in his cheeks had flushed, the only evidence that it was ever there was the pale pink that replaced it. He kept his dagger held high, though he watched in mild curiosity as her gaze drifted to the blade. What the hell was going on? It seemed like the question found its way into every situation Lief was placed in, and it felt like it would keep coming until he finally got an answer.
Rylyn giggled and closed her eyes briefly as she did so, opening them again when she finished, tilting her head curtly to the right as chartreuse orbs rested heavily onto the male. "Y'know...for someone pointing a dagger at someone's chest- you sure don't give off the intent of wanting to kill, no?", the red-head asked pointlessly and then went to straighten her head, hand coming up to snatch the swaying blade in front of her. Palm to the sharp edge; rather slice open her hand than to loose a couple fingers. Though she didn't take the weapon from him, just stopped it from moving more so, but was very gently beginning to push it aside- smiling all the while to him.
"Plus- s'little rude to point a weapon at a girl!", Rylyn pointed out, voice sickly sweet. Eyes were half-lidded as she took in his expression, a charming snarl. Th-ere was something rather inviting about- it. The risky si-de of her wanted to push his buttons and -see how far he'd go, but then...he wouldn'-t like her too much. That s-aid he didn't seem to like her to-o much now...
"Plus- s'little rude to point a weapon at a girl!", Rylyn pointed out, voice sickly sweet. Eyes were half-lidded as she took in his expression, a charming snarl. Th-ere was something rather inviting about- it. The risky si-de of her wanted to push his buttons and -see how far he'd go, but then...he wouldn'-t like her too much. That s-aid he didn't seem to like her to-o much now...
The thief puckered his lips in irritation. She was still snickering, as if he- or the weapon- didn't have any effect on her. He swallowed before speaking, rolling his shoulders back in attempt to raise his height. "Wanting to kill?" He repeated, blinking at the stranger with risen brows. He shook his head with a scoff. "I don't belive I-" His words were cut short in utter shock when the woman grabbed the blade.
She grabbed the blade. What was it and women grasping the blade of his dagger? Was this a cultural event that took place when present with a weapon with a sharp edge? The knife was shifted to the side, followed by a smile offered to him with a handful of words that poured from the stranger's mouth. The Hellion was left speechless, his lips parting as he struggled to find the correct words to stumble upon. He wasn't sure if there were correct words to take place in this current situation, and, if there were, they weren't very clear and easy to say. "Are.. Are you alright?!" Lief breathed, his brows furrowed in panic and frustration. He was quick to tuck the dagger into its position on his belt, for he didn't want to risk her grabbing it again. Without giving her time to answer, the male gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist, flipping her hand to examine the wound. He didn't have any bandages, let alone anything that would.. Sighing, he drew his dagger, despite sheathing it moments ago, and tore the sleeve of his shirt. His jacket was in Hans's hands, so his shirt was the first thing to come to mind.
"Why would you do that? You could've just asked for me to move the weapon. I wouldn't have kept it pointed towards you." Perhaps he was lying, but he wasn't too sure. Lief went quiet, the hilt of his dagger in his mouth as he tied the fabric of his ripped sleeve around the wound. Some people were insane..
She grabbed the blade. What was it and women grasping the blade of his dagger? Was this a cultural event that took place when present with a weapon with a sharp edge? The knife was shifted to the side, followed by a smile offered to him with a handful of words that poured from the stranger's mouth. The Hellion was left speechless, his lips parting as he struggled to find the correct words to stumble upon. He wasn't sure if there were correct words to take place in this current situation, and, if there were, they weren't very clear and easy to say. "Are.. Are you alright?!" Lief breathed, his brows furrowed in panic and frustration. He was quick to tuck the dagger into its position on his belt, for he didn't want to risk her grabbing it again. Without giving her time to answer, the male gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist, flipping her hand to examine the wound. He didn't have any bandages, let alone anything that would.. Sighing, he drew his dagger, despite sheathing it moments ago, and tore the sleeve of his shirt. His jacket was in Hans's hands, so his shirt was the first thing to come to mind.
"Why would you do that? You could've just asked for me to move the weapon. I wouldn't have kept it pointed towards you." Perhaps he was lying, but he wasn't too sure. Lief went quiet, the hilt of his dagger in his mouth as he tied the fabric of his ripped sleeve around the wound. Some people were insane..
Rylyn made a small noise at his sudden grab of her wrist, though not out of displeasure, but mild amusement and happy surprise. A tiny bloom of warmth wrapped itself just under her chest and contrasted heavily with the rest of her cold being. It felt bi-ttersweet in a way. She wasn't brought into existence again to make friends or to necessarily feel anything to begin with; so the warmth set her off a bit. Not moments ago the man was holding a dagger to her and now he's patching up her small bleed with his shirt sleeve. People sure -are weird.
"Thought I was a mouse? Squeak, squeak!", the red-head half giggled out her reply with the full intent of putting him back on edge. Well, to test if he would be put back on edge. If he did then she had more work to do, but if he didn't...then maybe she was closer to accomplishing her original goal.
Gazing from his face, to the dagger, to her wound, Rylyn felt a wave of calm wash over her for a moment, finding some enjoyment of being looked after by someone else. He wasn't as snappy as Cy or as annoyingly quiet as the white-haired person she knew, or a kid...or anyone who found her presence a nuisance. Speaking of causing chaos- it had been a hot minute since she did something odd. Gazing back to the dagger in his mouth, the woman contemplated taking it from him using her own teeth. A- bit to-o tall for her to reach thoug-h...maybe if she jumped a little s-he could pull it off. Oh it was temptin-g. Now squinting at the weapon she barely realized that she'd been looking a little longer than she meant to.
"Thought I was a mouse? Squeak, squeak!", the red-head half giggled out her reply with the full intent of putting him back on edge. Well, to test if he would be put back on edge. If he did then she had more work to do, but if he didn't...then maybe she was closer to accomplishing her original goal.
Gazing from his face, to the dagger, to her wound, Rylyn felt a wave of calm wash over her for a moment, finding some enjoyment of being looked after by someone else. He wasn't as snappy as Cy or as annoyingly quiet as the white-haired person she knew, or a kid...or anyone who found her presence a nuisance. Speaking of causing chaos- it had been a hot minute since she did something odd. Gazing back to the dagger in his mouth, the woman contemplated taking it from him using her own teeth. A- bit to-o tall for her to reach thoug-h...maybe if she jumped a little s-he could pull it off. Oh it was temptin-g. Now squinting at the weapon she barely realized that she'd been looking a little longer than she meant to.
The thief didn't mean to smile, but a grin creased his lips nonetheless. Perhaps she was teasing him, but it wasn't like the harsh mockery he had originally thought it was. He lifted his gaze, surprised to find her staring at the weapon that had been carelessly placed in his mouth. The male was placed in his own daze for a moment, meeting her eyes. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming, or if this was some form of a terrible joke that had been set up. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat while removing the dagger from his mouth, carefully let go of her wrist, and placed a foot of space between them with a foolish smile. The Hellion sheathed the weapon before running his fingers through his tousled hair, lowering his eye to floor before staring at the ceiling.
"Mouser." Lief made a small correction with a chuckle. "It.. It's a monster- er.. more of a fairytale beast- with a rather frightening history with 'my' people. I s'ppose this.. 'cat' you speak of is the lower version of a mouser." He shuddered, scrunching his nose at the thought. "They bring miserable luck and a handful of curses, and I didn't wish for anyone here to be harmed by.." His voice trailed off as he realized he sounded like a panicked child. The thief snorted anxiously, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze nervously drifted to the woman again. "Of course, I didn't believe you were a mouser- That would be ridiculous-! I've only heard tales of such creatures, and I don't possibly believe in such nonsense and child folk stories." With a small inhale, he continued by speaking quickly and furrowing his brows. "But you aren't a mouser, are you? Because, if so, I believe I have no choice but to continue with my ways of threats and violence."
"Mouser." Lief made a small correction with a chuckle. "It.. It's a monster- er.. more of a fairytale beast- with a rather frightening history with 'my' people. I s'ppose this.. 'cat' you speak of is the lower version of a mouser." He shuddered, scrunching his nose at the thought. "They bring miserable luck and a handful of curses, and I didn't wish for anyone here to be harmed by.." His voice trailed off as he realized he sounded like a panicked child. The thief snorted anxiously, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze nervously drifted to the woman again. "Of course, I didn't believe you were a mouser- That would be ridiculous-! I've only heard tales of such creatures, and I don't possibly believe in such nonsense and child folk stories." With a small inhale, he continued by speaking quickly and furrowing his brows. "But you aren't a mouser, are you? Because, if so, I believe I have no choice but to continue with my ways of threats and violence."
-H-e wasn't on edge about it at- all. Back to being a little giddy.
Half-listening to his explanation of a mouser, she only noted that he didn't like them and that they were bad. It was all she needed to know and to surprise him with her remembrance of it later. Swaying on her feet from side-to-side to keep herself from going for his tail again, liking his last reaction to it, gazing at him with a loose smile on her face. He'd- did a grin a li-ttle while ago...she was actually getting s-omewhere with all of this-!
"Not a mouser, but if you want to harm me again then do so now!", the red-head stated before dramatically throwing her head to the side and shielding herself with her injured hand, the other placed on her cheek. Half-hiding her own grin with said hand. Then as suddenly as she did so, she stopped her fake play and looked back to him with a smug look on her face. Rylyn look a second to look at the wrap of clothing on her hand and extending her arm out to look at it from a distance, tilting her head. After a second she flipped it forward as if she were showing off a ring and even wiggled her fingers a bit.
"I have been bestowed a token~", she exclaimed with with a small accent and faking a mature voice for a moment before breaking into laughter.
Half-listening to his explanation of a mouser, she only noted that he didn't like them and that they were bad. It was all she needed to know and to surprise him with her remembrance of it later. Swaying on her feet from side-to-side to keep herself from going for his tail again, liking his last reaction to it, gazing at him with a loose smile on her face. He'd- did a grin a li-ttle while ago...she was actually getting s-omewhere with all of this-!
"Not a mouser, but if you want to harm me again then do so now!", the red-head stated before dramatically throwing her head to the side and shielding herself with her injured hand, the other placed on her cheek. Half-hiding her own grin with said hand. Then as suddenly as she did so, she stopped her fake play and looked back to him with a smug look on her face. Rylyn look a second to look at the wrap of clothing on her hand and extending her arm out to look at it from a distance, tilting her head. After a second she flipped it forward as if she were showing off a ring and even wiggled her fingers a bit.
"I have been bestowed a token~", she exclaimed with with a small accent and faking a mature voice for a moment before breaking into laughter.
The thief chuckled, folding his arms across his chest as he yawned. The small, playful act had caught him off-guard, causing his smile to be somewhat real. Perhaps he didn't need to worry about being or sounding so childish, let alone violent in any sort of way. The male laughed softly and leaned aback on his heels, watching as she observed the fabric that had been tied around her wound. "A token? May I ask what you mean by that? I didn't know such lowly clothing could be cherished." His words were meant as a careless joke, though he was half-serious. Was this some sort of another tease? Ears lowered, the male managed to keep his grin despite being lost in his self-conscious thoughts. Was he being foolish for being so insecure? Was 'insecure' the correct term to use? Perhaps it was, for he was practically beating himself up over the fact he was clueless to mockery. Mockery..? He was placed in square one of his silent queries once again. Was the woman mocking him?
Lief couldn't help but quietly laugh. He understood he was overthinking once again, but, in his defense, he wasn't the best when it came to social interaction. Perhaps staying at the table would've granted him less situations and problems, either it to be internal or socially. Though, he took note of the faint accent he was sure he had heard. He hadn't noticed it before, but, as she faked a small, mature tone, he had finally realized it was there. Perhaps he was stressing himself too much, but he couldn't tell either way. But, for the time being, he laughed along with the stranger, attempting to hide his slight awkwardness as he tried to keep the conversation going.
Lief couldn't help but quietly laugh. He understood he was overthinking once again, but, in his defense, he wasn't the best when it came to social interaction. Perhaps staying at the table would've granted him less situations and problems, either it to be internal or socially. Though, he took note of the faint accent he was sure he had heard. He hadn't noticed it before, but, as she faked a small, mature tone, he had finally realized it was there. Perhaps he was stressing himself too much, but he couldn't tell either way. But, for the time being, he laughed along with the stranger, attempting to hide his slight awkwardness as he tried to keep the conversation going.
"Anything from Lawrence is something to be cherished~", Rylyn reasoned as she put her hand to her chest again, swing to-and-fro as a toothy grin settled on her happy face.
It made her happy to see him being happy around her some more, and it was encouraging her further to keep doing more things to make him like her more than the off-speech woman. A poisonous starting point for a fair cause, but it was worth it- and was it really poisonous to begin with if it were for something good? For once she wasn't trying to make herself hap-...wel-l, it was nice -to see someone else enjoy he-r pers-onality...maybe that was s-elf-ish in itself. Eh-- whatever the reas-on, it was fair.
The red-head looked at her hand again before putting it to her front and reaching down to reach her toes, hoping the stretch would calm her racing heart a bit as she gave the floor a sly smirk. If he picked it up...she might be in for some trouble- but she couldn't help herself! Rylyn was born to stir chaos.
It made her happy to see him being happy around her some more, and it was encouraging her further to keep doing more things to make him like her more than the off-speech woman. A poisonous starting point for a fair cause, but it was worth it- and was it really poisonous to begin with if it were for something good? For once she wasn't trying to make herself hap-...wel-l, it was nice -to see someone else enjoy he-r pers-onality...maybe that was s-elf-ish in itself. Eh-- whatever the reas-on, it was fair.
The red-head looked at her hand again before putting it to her front and reaching down to reach her toes, hoping the stretch would calm her racing heart a bit as she gave the floor a sly smirk. If he picked it up...she might be in for some trouble- but she couldn't help herself! Rylyn was born to stir chaos.
"Lawrence.." The thief echoed the strange word, his eye wide with worry. "How did.. did you- Where did you hear that?" The complicated sentence rolled of the tongue with concern ringing in his tone. His ears were perked, along with the feeling of panic and some sort of irritation. He wasn't sure if he was frustrated with himself, for not being careful enough, or with Aleron, who he recalled to have said his unspoken name in previous conversation. Well, the Hellion certainly couldn't do anything to fix the past, but he was going to make sure he had a future. He had the temptation to draw his dagger and end the woman's life at this moment, but as his eyes scanned over the tavern, he realized there were one too many people. Alongside the fact of population in the feast, he also didn't need his name plastered on any more posters. He already had a handful of problems- perhaps even more- and he didn't need another one to worry about.
So, the panicked male did the only reasonable thing as his eyes drifted back to the stranger, who was currently stretching. Lief swiftly moved to her side, lowered his arms from his chest, and swept her off of her feet. Of course, he was embarrassed for holding the woman in a formal bridal style, but he didn't wish to resort to violence, and this seemed as if it were the only idea he could possibly think of. He forced a smile- for anyone who might've been observing the odd situation- before turning the corner into an area where the bathrooms seemed to be placed. Checking to make sure they were alone for the time being, he slipped into the restroom before setting the woman back onto her feet.
As he turned and fiddled with the lock to the door, he hissed. "Who the hell are you? And what is it you need from me?" Lief sighed with a low growl, reeling on his heels to face her. "Posters.. Is it the cash reward? If it's money you wish for, I can get it to you by the end of the week. Deal? On my side of conditions, I only ask you don't turn me in, alongside the fact you call me by the name of 'Lief'."
So, the panicked male did the only reasonable thing as his eyes drifted back to the stranger, who was currently stretching. Lief swiftly moved to her side, lowered his arms from his chest, and swept her off of her feet. Of course, he was embarrassed for holding the woman in a formal bridal style, but he didn't wish to resort to violence, and this seemed as if it were the only idea he could possibly think of. He forced a smile- for anyone who might've been observing the odd situation- before turning the corner into an area where the bathrooms seemed to be placed. Checking to make sure they were alone for the time being, he slipped into the restroom before setting the woman back onto her feet.
As he turned and fiddled with the lock to the door, he hissed. "Who the hell are you? And what is it you need from me?" Lief sighed with a low growl, reeling on his heels to face her. "Posters.. Is it the cash reward? If it's money you wish for, I can get it to you by the end of the week. Deal? On my side of conditions, I only ask you don't turn me in, alongside the fact you call me by the name of 'Lief'."
Hearing him mumble out his confusion sent her absolutely livid with silent laughter for a few seconds as she flapped her hands in attempts to reach down further, only half-trying to touch her toes now. It was -a little har-d to keep herself q-uiet in the moment. He sounded so- cu-te! It was a tiny bit thrilling to have had that effect on the man- almost empowering in an odd way that she wasn't entirely sure how to explain. After readying herself to answer his question she went to stand up properly and address him.
Well, she was going to, if she hadn't been picked up first. Eyes went wide for a split second as she looked to her 'kidnapper' in surprise and didn't even try to resist. Why would she? Her favorite person was h-olding her! It was like a dream come true! Given it probably wasn't because he necessarily wanted to hold her and that wherever the destination it wasn't going to be romantic as she had hoped would happen, whenever she was to be swept off her feet...metaphorically. Maybe she could ask for a bottle of win-
Oh, they'r-e in the re-stroom. Rylyn waited to be put down before questioning Lawrence though he started speaking almost immediately from setting her on the ground, after locking them in. The red-head put on a leveled smile as finished since it was amusing to say the least. So d-defensive!
"I don't want cash rewards Lawrence~ ...Jus' all good times with my new friend!", cue a small jump at the end in all good nature, hands behind her back, and swinging side-to-side again. Clearly disregarding his conditions already just out of spite. The woman didn't really want to keep the trouble going for too long, but her twisted mind was pushing her forward with it. To be -honest it was fu-n to see the 'white'-haired male m-ad. He'd been so joking before with the other woman so it was nice to see a change of expression on his handsome face. Out of the corner of her vision she made sure to keep an eye on his dagger. If he wanted to attack her then this would be the perfect place to do so, away from the crowd. He'd kill before and he'd most likely do it again if he wanted to.
"Loosen up a bit! You might actually enjoy yourself-", Rylyn cut herself off to begin doing a small dance, which was really just shimmying. Maybe he'd jo-in in!
Well, she was going to, if she hadn't been picked up first. Eyes went wide for a split second as she looked to her 'kidnapper' in surprise and didn't even try to resist. Why would she? Her favorite person was h-olding her! It was like a dream come true! Given it probably wasn't because he necessarily wanted to hold her and that wherever the destination it wasn't going to be romantic as she had hoped would happen, whenever she was to be swept off her feet...metaphorically. Maybe she could ask for a bottle of win-
Oh, they'r-e in the re-stroom. Rylyn waited to be put down before questioning Lawrence though he started speaking almost immediately from setting her on the ground, after locking them in. The red-head put on a leveled smile as finished since it was amusing to say the least. So d-defensive!
"I don't want cash rewards Lawrence~ ...Jus' all good times with my new friend!", cue a small jump at the end in all good nature, hands behind her back, and swinging side-to-side again. Clearly disregarding his conditions already just out of spite. The woman didn't really want to keep the trouble going for too long, but her twisted mind was pushing her forward with it. To be -honest it was fu-n to see the 'white'-haired male m-ad. He'd been so joking before with the other woman so it was nice to see a change of expression on his handsome face. Out of the corner of her vision she made sure to keep an eye on his dagger. If he wanted to attack her then this would be the perfect place to do so, away from the crowd. He'd kill before and he'd most likely do it again if he wanted to.
"Loosen up a bit! You might actually enjoy yourself-", Rylyn cut herself off to begin doing a small dance, which was really just shimmying. Maybe he'd jo-in in!
With just being outside the hallway to the entrance of The Hall the witch could already tell that said Hall was bustling with life, all types of life as well. From mortals to immortals and...the odd in between. The only other immortal soul she ever faced was the rare times Bríg had visited in times of meditations or intense uses of more complicated spell casting. So feeling the energy of multiple age-defying people was quite special for her. Possibilities of learning curves filled the woman's head and set her body alight with anticipated buzzing.
In the hallway she occupied, a man with very large wings stood near a set of double doors stood with an easy smile on his face. The brunette seemed to be partially distracted with someone else so with a polite smile sent his way, the brown-eyed witch passed him whilst keeping a respectful distance. Using both her tattooed arms to push open the entry to Eternal Feast Hall she grunted quietly and realized that the doors were rather heavy. Though she was sent back in surprise as they swung open gracefully as if they weighed like air. Taking a swift look-over on the inside she realized that the place was a tiny bit...disorderly in some way.
A large variety of beings filled the tavern-like room; from those just standing around, to those drinking or eating, to those odd few seemingly passed out. Holding no regrets in coming to this place, the brunette couldn't help but feel slightly concerned for both her own safety as well as the others in here. Sensing that the limited number of passed out people were only intoxicated and nothing more, the young woman made her way to the closest person to begin helping them to a move convenient position. With a startled and horrified hiss at the realization that the person was not passed out but dead, the black-dressed girl quickly made her way to the nearest table to sit at.
In her chair she sat shaking for a few moments in attempts to gather herself. Why were there dead bodies on the ground? What happened here? Maybe it isn't as safe as she originally thought when deciding to come. It was hard to catch her breath...though she froze as she looked to the side and saw a man already sitting at the table. Blue-eyed with black hair, a low but not dangerous energy surrounding him, and he seemed to be maybe just a little older than herself. Once the witch took in his appearance, she quickly stood up and placed her hands over the top of her chest, right at the dip of her neck, feeling a little scared and highly embarrassed.
"My deepest apologies!- I didn't realize someone was already sitting here...I'll um...", Uaithne stumbled out, throwing glances from the man to around the Hall, trying to keep her gaze away from the dead person on the ground.
In the hallway she occupied, a man with very large wings stood near a set of double doors stood with an easy smile on his face. The brunette seemed to be partially distracted with someone else so with a polite smile sent his way, the brown-eyed witch passed him whilst keeping a respectful distance. Using both her tattooed arms to push open the entry to Eternal Feast Hall she grunted quietly and realized that the doors were rather heavy. Though she was sent back in surprise as they swung open gracefully as if they weighed like air. Taking a swift look-over on the inside she realized that the place was a tiny bit...disorderly in some way.
A large variety of beings filled the tavern-like room; from those just standing around, to those drinking or eating, to those odd few seemingly passed out. Holding no regrets in coming to this place, the brunette couldn't help but feel slightly concerned for both her own safety as well as the others in here. Sensing that the limited number of passed out people were only intoxicated and nothing more, the young woman made her way to the closest person to begin helping them to a move convenient position. With a startled and horrified hiss at the realization that the person was not passed out but dead, the black-dressed girl quickly made her way to the nearest table to sit at.
In her chair she sat shaking for a few moments in attempts to gather herself. Why were there dead bodies on the ground? What happened here? Maybe it isn't as safe as she originally thought when deciding to come. It was hard to catch her breath...though she froze as she looked to the side and saw a man already sitting at the table. Blue-eyed with black hair, a low but not dangerous energy surrounding him, and he seemed to be maybe just a little older than herself. Once the witch took in his appearance, she quickly stood up and placed her hands over the top of her chest, right at the dip of her neck, feeling a little scared and highly embarrassed.
"My deepest apologies!- I didn't realize someone was already sitting here...I'll um...", Uaithne stumbled out, throwing glances from the man to around the Hall, trying to keep her gaze away from the dead person on the ground.
The cat man looks at the witch. "Oh I don't think I've seen you here before".
The cat man looks at the witch. "Oh I don't think I've seen you here before".
The cat man looks at the witch. "Oh I don't think I've seen you here before".
The cat man looks at the witch. "Oh I don't think I've seen you here before".
The cat man looks at the witch. "Oh I don't think I've seen you here before".
The cat man looks at the witch. "Oh I don't think I've seen you here before".
The cat man looks at the witch. "Oh I don't think I've seen you here before".
The cat man looks at the witch. "Oh I don't think I've seen you here before".
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