10-18-2018, 08:50 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]"You have no class, do you?"
No other words marked the arrival of Agathe save those, her burning golden eyes locked upon Oni with a bright gleam of disgust. Attitude like that would be a death sentence where she came from and, as the former executioner, she knew that many witchlings had died for saying far less. Shoulders rolling, the graceful creature would shake her head. She felt as if she would never truly feel at home among these people, not with their strange practices and even stranger personalities, but at least Ren was a welcomed sight amidst her blossoming anger towards such insolent comments. "My apologies for his impolite greeting," The snow leopard murmured, finally addressing Edee, "My name is Agathe Ashyver and-" She paused. Alcohol? He wanted alcohol, of all things?
It had not yet dawned upon the red-cloaked girl that the boy before her was related to the person she had just scolded, too transfixed by the thought of him seeking out alcohol before anything else. She had never understood its undeniable allure, but had never actively fought against its consumption. To she and her sisters, blood was her wine and possessed the same ability to cause her to descend into a drunken stupor. Regaining her composure, Agathe merely drew her cloak closer then her rosetted form, the frown that decorated her pale maw the only indication of emotion upon her face. "Wouldn't you like some assistance settling in first? Or is it really so important that you drink?" Was her inquiry delivered a bit bluntly? Unintentionally, yes.
Did she care?
Of course not.
No other words marked the arrival of Agathe save those, her burning golden eyes locked upon Oni with a bright gleam of disgust. Attitude like that would be a death sentence where she came from and, as the former executioner, she knew that many witchlings had died for saying far less. Shoulders rolling, the graceful creature would shake her head. She felt as if she would never truly feel at home among these people, not with their strange practices and even stranger personalities, but at least Ren was a welcomed sight amidst her blossoming anger towards such insolent comments. "My apologies for his impolite greeting," The snow leopard murmured, finally addressing Edee, "My name is Agathe Ashyver and-" She paused. Alcohol? He wanted alcohol, of all things?
It had not yet dawned upon the red-cloaked girl that the boy before her was related to the person she had just scolded, too transfixed by the thought of him seeking out alcohol before anything else. She had never understood its undeniable allure, but had never actively fought against its consumption. To she and her sisters, blood was her wine and possessed the same ability to cause her to descend into a drunken stupor. Regaining her composure, Agathe merely drew her cloak closer then her rosetted form, the frown that decorated her pale maw the only indication of emotion upon her face. "Wouldn't you like some assistance settling in first? Or is it really so important that you drink?" Was her inquiry delivered a bit bluntly? Unintentionally, yes.
Did she care?
Of course not.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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