Fields of Crimson

How to Reply...

His arched brow and indifferent laughter made her brows knit at the center. Stubborn thing she was. "I didn't plan on anything of the sort. Hmph, chitchat." She muttered distastefully beneath her breath. Her face had changed and her body had most definitely changed. Her face was much more slender now, and her cheekbones and jawline were sharply carved into her face. Her skin was sleek and glowing, unlike her freckled face as a child. Her lashes were long, and her lips were stained a faded shade of raspberry. The darkness wasn't the only thing 'hiding' her, but age had changed her quite a bit too. Those eyes rolled to the side as he walked past her. The blonde's cheeks flared up, bright red. Did he really just walk past me, she asked herself, turning around to follow his movements. Bratis groaned.

She glanced towards the High Elf and then ignored the sight as she started off after the man who had just insulted her several times.

"Excuse me," she growled through her pearly whites, "I may not look like much, but you haven't got the right to call me a nobody." Her arms unfolded and she took a few steps in his direction. Something within her was guiding her feet, and her curiosity. "Oh," she scoffed, "First you call me a drunk and now you want me to buy you a drink?" She stood there, puzzled, as he walked off into town. Now she was very curious. Without a thought, she left Bratis and stumbled down the path towards town, following behind him. Akhira brushed a strand of hair from her face and pushed it back behind her ear. The damned thing never stayed in place, even as a child. She examined the man's body as he walked ahead of her. Tall, muscular, and he laughed at her. Great. "I haven't got a title. If I were a huntress, you'd think I'd be carrying a bow." Sadly, she'd lost her just a few weeks ago. She wouldn't admit to her sad, little occupation. But she had to admit, it was a lucky guess.