The rush of relief she felt at knowing that she had not harmed the other woman was suddenly burned away by a swell of instinctive indignation - all within the space of a few words. 'You smell... like Ghilan'nain.' It was a damning observation, when her whole heart rebelled against the very memory of their creator. Katriel stiffened, the concern in her eyes rotting away, replaced by rage and pain and the promise of vengeance. She took a step back from the other, the chainmail and plate of her armor clinking in a dangerous counterpoint. The other pressed for detail, and Katriel glanced down at the talons that she had never quite been able to hide beneath platemail gloves. "Yes," she answered. Yes was good. Yes was safe, simple.
She did not elaborate. Even as a phantom touch of darkness skimmed across the surface of her mind, a whisper of laughter tethered to the root of her consciousness. If she did not acknowledge it, then it did not exist.
'It is... nice to be home,' the stranger said, bringing the Warden's attention back to the conversation at hand. Katriel's eyes shot back to the other's face, a troubled expression settling upon her own. "Is it?" she asked. The common tongue sat strangely on her own, but she could make her meaning clear....usually. She glanced around at the hustle and bustle around them, and slipped right back into Elvhen. "Ar ema telam era'mana i min an." She shrugged, and then focused again on the woman's face. She was not familiar to her. Nor should she be - she'd certainly been given little cause to know most of Ghilan'nain's other toys. Still... "Ahnsul ema ma garas tu arlathan?"
She did not elaborate. Even as a phantom touch of darkness skimmed across the surface of her mind, a whisper of laughter tethered to the root of her consciousness. If she did not acknowledge it, then it did not exist.
'It is... nice to be home,' the stranger said, bringing the Warden's attention back to the conversation at hand. Katriel's eyes shot back to the other's face, a troubled expression settling upon her own. "Is it?" she asked. The common tongue sat strangely on her own, but she could make her meaning clear....usually. She glanced around at the hustle and bustle around them, and slipped right back into Elvhen. "Ar ema telam era'mana i min an." She shrugged, and then focused again on the woman's face. She was not familiar to her. Nor should she be - she'd certainly been given little cause to know most of Ghilan'nain's other toys. Still... "Ahnsul ema ma garas tu arlathan?"
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