My bloody valentine
She couldn't help the small yet warm smile sliding to her features as the other woman stood tall with her chest puffed out proudly. Memories of her early days flooded back to her mind as she recalled the times she would meet others and patriotically boast about Threar. Such were the days. Hopefully she would feel just as prideful being a part of Celestial for it seemed to be where she would spend the rest of her years. "Oh!" she exclaimed with surprise when the woman stated her role of a hunter. The field was indeed popular, she had to admit. "That's what I am as well." Competitiveness began to bloom somewhere inside of her. Though they weren't of the same pack, she wanted to be the one that received the promotion first. The master hunter was where she strived to be, then perhaps the Shieldmaiden.
No questions were asked about the alabaster male, and that spelt trouble for her. She looked at the ebony female occasionally, hoping to appear relaxed and not hiding any secrets at all. When she did look at the female she studied her complexion, wanting to get some sort of clue on her suspicious thoughts. With a subject like this, Esarosa wasn't one to just drop it; what was going on inside her head? Whatever it was, she didn't like it.
Momentarily the woman spoke again, and Varda took it as an opportunity to uncover her intentions. Her even tone brought an uncomfortable feeling over her, though she remained still with a straight expression unchanged. So she would find Miksa for herself, would she? Bring him home with her to Argead? Interesting indeed. She wants me to break under the pressure, she thought to herself darkly. Spill out everything that I know. She wasn't stupid. Though she had twisted herself into an magnificent mess, she wasn't one to go down so easily. "Perhaps I'll go find him as well," she said with a mock smile, lowering her crown to take a few sips of the oasis' water and flicking her silken tail in a teasing gesture. |
