06-14-2018, 10:56 AM
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It was always the puppy that garnered people's attention. In a way, she supposed that she should have at least expected that. Rhysand was adorable: all wobbly legs and excited barks, his eyes containing entire galaxies within their depths. What wasn't to love about him? About the way he strained on his leash to meet everyone he passed by? Most of the Blackfallen who had interacted with him had been instantly endeared by his gentle and soft disposition and then, immediately confused by the stark contrast between he and Amren. His owner was certainly all edges and fire, laughing wickedly and thriving in discourse and chaos. Admittedly, it was almost hard to believe that a being as anciently terrible as Amren even possessed the capacity to care so deeply, so completely, for her puppy. [b][color=#414a4c]"Yeah, yeah, go ahead," She said suddenly, waving a heavily-ringed hand carelessly. If she received a dollar every time somebody asked to pet Rhys, she'd have a fortune great enough to buy every gem being sold at the docks and then a mansion to store them in. [color=#414a4c]"His name is Rhysand," Amren continued, peering with obvious intrigue at the teenager. She would not lie: her retort had been well timed and done impeccably. Woman. Woman. She hadn't come across anyone here who would say that to her so fearlessly (besides Cain of course, but he never knew when to stop talking and she didn't exactly count him for a plethora of reasons). [color=#414a4c]"Connie," She responded, testing the name out on her tongue, [color=#414a4c]"You certainly have a lot of spirit for a child." Her words were still poison, dripping, toxic, conniving, but there was something else there too: a sort of appreciation for the girl she barely met, or maybe it was respect. Sometimes that was all Amren wanted.
[color=#414a4c]"And they call me Amren Archeron," The tiny woman offered, pale silver eyes gleaming. Her red-stained lips parted to say more but she was distracted by the arrival of Cain. It was the joke that he so casually made that caused Amren to try to elbow him, shaking her head as if both he and the words he spoke were the most awful thing she'd come across all day. [color=#414a4c]"You're insufferable, boy," She said, though her voice did inflect to express muted humor. Perhaps she would have even cackled in her own, wicked way had an inquiry not followed his words.
[COLOR=#414a4c]"Yes, Connie, do you plan on sticking around?"
I'M A [color=#414a4c]CUT THROAT QUEEN
I MAKE THE [color=#414a4c]RULES; I DO AS I [color=#414a4c]PLEASE