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Krey -> RE: ~*Getting To Know You*~ (10/9/2015 18:02:12)
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Rather the closed-minded child, this one, even more extremely than Verna had first decided, to the point even of outright disdain for those not like her! Perhaps, though, this shouldn't have been such a surprise, considering her behavior thus far. Still, it was a shame to find one so closed-off... Though as much to Verna, it was an opportunity, and she couldn't help but grin at the prospect of toying with the self-absorbed noble. It truly was great sport.
Of course, she wasn't alone in that this time, as the archer took to her side and at the wink, she couldn't help but chuckle. Naturally, the pale girl did not take well to the bard's threats.
Verna was the type to antagonize, endlessly, to the point of reason and beyond, sometimes until she was physically attacked herself. This was something that she enjoyed doing often, and on numerous occasions she'd found herself run out of town. The difference between those times and this one, was the other people involved in the provocation. Other people added an unpredictable element, and while they often made things that much more fun, they could also drive a situation to danger much more quickly than she might on her own.
It was for this reason, coupled with the knowledge that her hand-to-hand combat abilities were generally a little less than sufficient to bar brawling, that she took a subtle, fluid step to the side, putting just a hair of extra distance between herself and the girl as she responded. Not for fear, certainly, but preparation for a brawl should one break out. She knew her best position in such a scuffle, and wasn't afraid to place herself into it.
In spite of all this, the grin on her features never faded, and the slight tensing of muscles in preparation to spring would have been unnoticeable to all but the most trained—particularly, those accustomed to dexterous combat as an alternative to brutish displays.
Of course, as she might have expected, the girl was all bark, and failed to see the irony in her own statements.
And then it happened.
She'd caught movement out of the corner of her eye. The shuffling of garments, the flicker of a candle—these were the clues of what was to come, but even she, trained in the art of trickery as she was, could not predict the mastery which was about to unfold.. As a practitioner of the chaotic, she could guess, to some extent, what was about to happen, but none could fathom the evil about to be unleashed.
She dove, just as the mighty cloud of flame reached forth, rolling and sliding under the table with all the grace of an acrobat fleeing the collapse of all that surrounds them, though of course there could be no escaping the scent, which was in itself indescribable.
She stood, a moment after the flames died out, waving a hand in front of her nose, her ever-present grin remaining though, perhaps, just a tiny bit strained at this.
And then she applauded. Slow claps, accompanied by a genuine chuckle, “Well played, sir,” she called from across the table she'd slid under, and began circling 'round to return to where she was. “Well played indeed.”
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