memories like poison

Katriel was not sure what she expected, exactly. Rage, fear, disgust, perhaps? For her victim to cower, or strike back? She had stiffened her shoulders instinctively, prepared for whatever reprecussions might come, though she was already internally berating herself for the error.

Had Katriel made this mistake before the Veil, she would have been punished for her error...or, perhaps, rewarded, depending on her master's whims that day. Here and now, however, Katriel certainly did not expect this human - not human, scent wrong, salt and sea and something else - to bow back to her. And Katriel certainly did not expect the woman to speak Elvhen. Shock warred with relief as Katriel straightened, her serpentine golden eyes taking in the stranger's face, dress, and manner. Certainly a civilian then.

Some Warden she was turning out to be.

Her expression registered a soft scowl, her clawed hand coming up to wave away the other woman's words. It was a relief to be able to speak in Elvhen, which she was much more fluent in than her still-stilted Common. [color=gold]"Ma tel'abelas."[/color] Her attention lingered in the small rents she had left in the other woman's clothing. [color=gold]"Ema ar nuem ma?"[/color]