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< “I mean you,”> The tone came swiftly, retorting with a venomous fierceness that came all too easy with the language. She was use to others groveling before her, literally leaping out of her way as she approached. Yet as she peered at this dark stranger she found no hint of fear or apprehension in his gaze or demeanor. That in itself brought reality crashing back down about the drowess as quickly as a slap to the face would. While most of her face was hidden underneath goggles and cowl it was not hard to see the way her lips pursed so. This was another world, another life. With a sigh she shook her head and reached for her own goggles, drawing them back from her crimson gaze to get a better look at the man she was speaking too. That subtle movement was enough to catch the light upon those faint scars lining her arms, they almost appeared silvery in their coloration.
< “I apologize,” > She began brokenly, as if her lips could not remember how to form the words. Slender brows furrowed above those almost luminescent, almond shape orbs as they regarded the man before her. < “I’m use to sticking things with the pointy end of my sword than talking to them.” > She admitted more easily than trying to apologize, one hand coming to rest upon the elongated and slender pommel of her sword.
< “I mean you,”> The tone came swiftly, retorting with a venomous fierceness that came all too easy with the language. She was use to others groveling before her, literally leaping out of her way as she approached. Yet as she peered at this dark stranger she found no hint of fear or apprehension in his gaze or demeanor. That in itself brought reality crashing back down about the drowess as quickly as a slap to the face would. While most of her face was hidden underneath goggles and cowl it was not hard to see the way her lips pursed so. This was another world, another life. With a sigh she shook her head and reached for her own goggles, drawing them back from her crimson gaze to get a better look at the man she was speaking too. That subtle movement was enough to catch the light upon those faint scars lining her arms, they almost appeared silvery in their coloration.
< “I apologize,” > She began brokenly, as if her lips could not remember how to form the words. Slender brows furrowed above those almost luminescent, almond shape orbs as they regarded the man before her. < “I’m use to sticking things with the pointy end of my sword than talking to them.” > She admitted more easily than trying to apologize, one hand coming to rest upon the elongated and slender pommel of her sword.