10-19-2018, 12:08 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]With every passing day, Agathe found herself liking this 'Oni' individual less and less. He was an insolent brat who seemed to say what he pleased without fear of repercussion and it made the part of her that had been trained to kill for far less itch to sink her teeth into his flesh. She maintained mainly stoic though, even as she joined the trio. She didn't want to waste her breath trying to reprimand him for insulting his own blood, instead shooting Edee a sidelong glance that contained a mixture of apology and mild disgust towards the words that were so crassly directed at him. Perhaps she was being unnecessarily hard on the Lunar Lieutenant, perhaps she wasn't. Until she understood the full extent of this family's issues, she'd hold her tongue.
And that was when she found her gaze falling upon Atlas, a newfound curiosity towards him replacing the anger that glowed like two, hot embers within her eyes just moments before. "What's in the bag?" Agathe inquired, deciding to skip on welcomes and introductions in favor of figuring out the contents of the satchel that accompanied his person, "Are you a trader?" She had had some experience with traders in the past, though her matron often ordered her to take their wares without offering them anything save a quick death in return. Finally, did she decide to nod her head in something that resembled welcome, the faint smile that decorated her pale lips mostly hidden in the shadows her cloak cast over her face. "I'm Agathe Ashyver, by the way. Welcome."
And that was when she found her gaze falling upon Atlas, a newfound curiosity towards him replacing the anger that glowed like two, hot embers within her eyes just moments before. "What's in the bag?" Agathe inquired, deciding to skip on welcomes and introductions in favor of figuring out the contents of the satchel that accompanied his person, "Are you a trader?" She had had some experience with traders in the past, though her matron often ordered her to take their wares without offering them anything save a quick death in return. Finally, did she decide to nod her head in something that resembled welcome, the faint smile that decorated her pale lips mostly hidden in the shadows her cloak cast over her face. "I'm Agathe Ashyver, by the way. Welcome."
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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