An ear turns as she watches the blackened woman, expression withdrawn and apathetic. The way the witch slinks near her, sizes her up, studies her with those bluefire eyes, it doesn't intimidate Leera. Instead, Leera assumes the witch is just delusional -- there were wolves like this back home. Perhaps the poor femme's eaten too many shrooms.
Chocolate eyebrow flicks up when the witch starts to speak of her unborn. Ears flatten against her head but otherwise Leera remains stoic, waiting for the witch to finish. The other says she's close to term, her movements dizzying to Leera. "Thank you for your observation. I was not aware."
She lets the sarcasm slide into the air. She watches the woman, ears flickering, curious about her now almost more than anything. "Fine. I shall listen closely, but only if you answer me this. What is one like you doing in the swamp? I have a feeling you're here for a reason, yes?"
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
