court of thorns
01-12-2019, 08:16 AM
Ivy's lips remained pursed as she watched Leera untangle herself from the mess of thorns, her expression largely unreadable but visibly unamused. Though she thinks she smells the faint scent of blood in the air, she knows he injury is merely a superficial one and that Leera will be fine. "You can think that," she replied to her comment about threats working - certain it was more her conscience than anything else that had pushed her to help Leera out of this mess. Ivy held her ground, studying the smaller female with a watchful eye. The compliment caught her off guard, and she forced a low chuckle. Perhaps her younger self would've returned the compliment, but she'd grown more rigid with age, and the thought of flirting with a complete stranger wasn't in her agenda. "You can simply say thanks, you know. That's easier than digging for compliments." She tilted her head up slightly, as if looking to the sky for answers. "I'm Ivy Wreckage. And you?" |