Adeya's eyes narrow slightly as she watches Phye, while down at her feet Cyan, noting her change in mood, glances up towards her with its tails lashing. Though she makes no move to interfere with what’s going on, it’s clear that she doesn’t particularly like it. Either that or she just doesn’t like Phye; from the look on her face it’s impossible to guess which.
Still, that probably would have been the end of it, if Phye hadn’t sent Oriri in her direction—literally. As the Plainsfolk and her grimy clothes crash into her, Adeya manages to remain on her feet as she gently pushes Oriri away from her. Next she glances down, her nose slightly wrinkling in disgust as she notes the swamp muck now staining the lower part of her previously white shirt. With a small sigh that would probably be lost in the sound of the rain, she glances down at Oriri.
“It’s fine,†she says quietly to the apologizing Plainsfolk. However, after giving her a small, perhaps not entirely sincere smile, her eyes have gone back to Phye. “Oversized bully,†she mutters under her breath—though perhaps not quietly enough for the Highlander to miss…
Still, that probably would have been the end of it, if Phye hadn’t sent Oriri in her direction—literally. As the Plainsfolk and her grimy clothes crash into her, Adeya manages to remain on her feet as she gently pushes Oriri away from her. Next she glances down, her nose slightly wrinkling in disgust as she notes the swamp muck now staining the lower part of her previously white shirt. With a small sigh that would probably be lost in the sound of the rain, she glances down at Oriri.
“It’s fine,†she says quietly to the apologizing Plainsfolk. However, after giving her a small, perhaps not entirely sincere smile, her eyes have gone back to Phye. “Oversized bully,†she mutters under her breath—though perhaps not quietly enough for the Highlander to miss…
