Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 20, 2016 5:01:22 GMT
The ghost of a half-smile showed up on the redhead's lips as she watched the Feline's gaze wandering between her and the fallen bodies. He truly didn't seem scared, or shocked. More just... resigned? She could only wonder what he was thinking right then.
"You're a rather peculiar man, Sayvahn. I can't seem to read you at all." Or better saying, she could read him, but what she found confused her. Like if Sayvahn was a book, he'd be written in a foreign language her eyes had never met before.
"Well, 'art' aside, I guess you can call it one of the odds of leadership. Managing a guild is also being a guardian to anyone working under our watch." And if someone attempts to shoot her little workers, of course she was going to do something. She'd do something even if she wasn't an assassin; in that sense, even if it's not like they were training to break necks in their free time, the other guild leaders were equally capable of taking a life if their guilds were threatened. EIRAL one didn't even needed to mention, Caitlin with the pirates or maybe even Lasair... Danny surely was before him. Wern was probably the sole exception, but then again there was a lot of exceptions about the man himself and everything about his temporary role. "So don't be surprised if you see it from others either, that's just how bloody times are - and Sveden won't spare you if you spare them anyway."
Pearl didn't resist to Sayvahn taking his bag from her hands, though she did pout and frown at being hissed at. That wasn't educated either.
"I thought it was my bag. But that's really not my stuf---" She stopped talking as she spotted the handle of her bag - the one that's actually hers - sticking out from under the body of the man Edelweiss had initially dropped over from the tree, and then a look of horror took over her little face and she tried to either 'unearth' the bag from under the man or shove him away enough to not crush it longer. "Get off my snacks, you friggin' dead weight! Get off!! Nnggghhhh!!!" She couldn't care less about Sayvahn being a guy who had a dress, not while Sveden is crushing her scones. Get off, Sveden! As if she didn't dislike you enough already...
"That's a pretty dress though. Is it yours? " Some of the other kids got interested though, and Edelweiss glanced back to look too. Red is an eye-catching color afterall, and that fabric looked nice. Amber wondered if this blond mister would let her try his dress on, though considering her small size it likely wouldn't fit.
"You're a rather peculiar man, Sayvahn. I can't seem to read you at all." Or better saying, she could read him, but what she found confused her. Like if Sayvahn was a book, he'd be written in a foreign language her eyes had never met before.
"Well, 'art' aside, I guess you can call it one of the odds of leadership. Managing a guild is also being a guardian to anyone working under our watch." And if someone attempts to shoot her little workers, of course she was going to do something. She'd do something even if she wasn't an assassin; in that sense, even if it's not like they were training to break necks in their free time, the other guild leaders were equally capable of taking a life if their guilds were threatened. EIRAL one didn't even needed to mention, Caitlin with the pirates or maybe even Lasair... Danny surely was before him. Wern was probably the sole exception, but then again there was a lot of exceptions about the man himself and everything about his temporary role. "So don't be surprised if you see it from others either, that's just how bloody times are - and Sveden won't spare you if you spare them anyway."
Pearl didn't resist to Sayvahn taking his bag from her hands, though she did pout and frown at being hissed at. That wasn't educated either.
"I thought it was my bag. But that's really not my stuf---" She stopped talking as she spotted the handle of her bag - the one that's actually hers - sticking out from under the body of the man Edelweiss had initially dropped over from the tree, and then a look of horror took over her little face and she tried to either 'unearth' the bag from under the man or shove him away enough to not crush it longer. "Get off my snacks, you friggin' dead weight! Get off!! Nnggghhhh!!!" She couldn't care less about Sayvahn being a guy who had a dress, not while Sveden is crushing her scones. Get off, Sveden! As if she didn't dislike you enough already...
"That's a pretty dress though. Is it yours? " Some of the other kids got interested though, and Edelweiss glanced back to look too. Red is an eye-catching color afterall, and that fabric looked nice. Amber wondered if this blond mister would let her try his dress on, though considering her small size it likely wouldn't fit.