Take a Bite and Let it Linger

Absinth hears the call, and a smile breaks across her features. A sure sign for some excitement to come, Aresenn’s lessons always do hold a certain amount of tension within them. And of course, if she even had an inkling that Rhazien was going to be there, she would most definitely be there to ruin his day. Setting off as a brisk trot, the monochromatic woman enters the gathering and as she knows all who are already gathered, she gives them each a nod of acknowledgement, save for Sephiran to whom she lingers a little longer, dips her head a little deeper; giving him the pleasure of seeing her loyalty in spite of the punishment she had been given some weeks ago. However, to Rhazien she stares, her expression a mixture of stoic and mischief – the edges of her lips twitching to grin at him. She refrains, but the urge is still there, claws up her chest. She wanted to rend that bastard’s face apart. Instead of acting on her impulses, and opting to hold her tongue, the woman approached Aresenn, taking a seat with the general populace while offering him a playful smirk. She greeted him with her emerald gaze alone, a far fonder look than any she had given out since arriving. What new lesson would this be?
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