The Shadow and The Huntress

There had been no steel in Faelyn's eyes as Avorra spoke to him, carefully choosing her words as she did. She did not rise to his bait, perhaps that was for the best for everyone involved. But as her attention turned to the Huntress, there was a twitch to his hand, a straightening to his spine, his mouth pressed into a thin line. 

So the girl thought she was clever to switch languages, to make an attempt at deception in hiding her insults in another language. It was unclear if this was somewhere did often, Faelyn did not know this girl, but none the less, it would not be something tolerated in his presence. Not in his archives. Not to another member of Arlathan society. 

Before he had even thought about the action, the ancient elf had reached up that foot or so of gap in height difference, his delicate fingers reaching through white hair and grasping at the shell of Avorra's pointed ear and dragging her down to his level. Speaking to her in Qunlat, there was steel in both his voice and his gaze. If you see fit to act a child, then I will treat you as such. Come. there was no request, nor did he let go of her ear as he half dragged Avorra through the stacks, his other hand catching the hard back of a chair and taking it with him to be sat in a corner. 

Sit. Face the wall and contemplate the filth that has left your mouth. Once a civil tongue has returned to your head, you may rejoin us. There will not be a third chance. If you think yourself incapable of such civility, you may see yourself out, not to darken my halls again. Avorra was left to take her seat while Faelyn left to rejoin the Huntress.

OOC Note: This action came pre-approved by SKXR