Mango loco

Adaria knew she was treading a fine line, but he made it so easy and her riling of brought her such amusement. There was a small glimmer of gratitude for stumbling across him, but Adaria wouldn’t admit that to him. The lack of retreat did impress on her his self restraint, though it tempted her to push further.

As they walked, Adaria sensed their shadow circle back towards them. It caused her to play with her hands as they walked. [color=#9a00b2]“When you play to win, everyone knows. When they don’t know your position, or lack of it, they find you weak, unworthy of paying attention to. Or you be aggressive, turn that rage inwards and go on the offensive with a weakened house.”[/color] A hand raised, gesturing the outcome as if catching snow. [color=#9a00b2]“Then you annihilate them entirely. It's quite effective, if you’re not squeamish about blood.” [/color]

Following his lead, Adaria chuckled some more. [color=#9a00b2]“So serious, Baron Alrange. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of blood, or are my simple observations hitting home too closely for you?”[/color] Eyes rolled exaggerating and playing up her taunting. [color=#9a00b2]“You would not last long in Antiva, you would be made someone's bedfellow very quickly. That angry pout of yours is simply adorable.”[/color]