Trouble with a capital T

Delphi continued to stare at the Konungr until he turned to leave without another word. Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing. Gramps was seriously going to make her collect berries with that heathen? The Thrall? Disgust covers her expression as she turns to glare at Strai. Still in disbelief, Delphi began to scheme. What if she could take him again? Would she have a chance? The disgust slowly disappears as a smirk replaces it.

"I have a proposition, Thrall," Delphi practically hisses as she steps toward the boy. Even though she was still covered in mud, her bag was nearly destroyed, and now without any of her snacks, she couldn't care to go find more at that moment. Especially with him. "Let's fight. If I beat you, you'll come get berries with me. If you win, I'll let you have my bag," her brow raises and her head tilts, curious to know if he'll accept her proposition.