Evident sentiment is lain ❜pon the curve of umber brow taut as they continue to pester her, much to her chagrin. Immaculate façade bequeaths nary a hint of vexation prior; verily exacts a dainty air about her, careful (as she’s no intention of doing them ill) and hereby allows tiers to part so that a seduously partitioned breath may be expelled in apparent forbearance. For such a minor inconvenience to be allowed to perturb her would be a great dishonour upon her as a Warrior. (However so she may wish to permit some great shout of exasperation to be raised from her throat, she’d no sooner do so than stab her own foot.)
… And so, eyne are closed and steeled against the world, a preparing breath already filling her lungs.
To be lacking in deference is a trait that typically exacts vexation upon the mercenary, and so accustomed is she to silence that the word formed ❜twixt tongue and teeth is issued forth as breathless as a rasp, yet unmistakable in the disapproval laced within dual syllables. She’s nary one to involve herself with others, yet even so finds herself disgusted by what information she has thus gleaned from them.
❛ Issues… ❜
⚜ bigndbad.⟩
Waning gaze makes its trail towards yon stranger, the harsh bitter of solitude not yet purged from mind and body alike. She pauses, and affords no more than a feeble twitch of the lips to be her greeting, brow drawn into a line that would otherwise betray what little warmth may have been imparted by her meagre gesture.
