Not one to hide what she was doing with her visor, Aoi continued adjusting a set of screws on the inside of the visor. They clearly didn't seem to hold it together, so they must have had another function entirely. With a huff she'd lift the visor up and tap the right side, looking through them, but over her glasses, before returning to adjusting the screws some.
It's was a faint flicker, but her shadow seemed to move for a moment before Aoi's lips start to move. It was as if she was speaking to herself, her voice no more then a whisper. "Find her, and leave her unharmed please." Perhaps she was speaking into a linkpearl quickly, despite her hands clearly working the visor in front of her, and no visible linkpearl seen on her person.
"What of -him-," she asked, her voice betraying her and giving off a bit of disdain at the thought of some man. Anger and fear mixed on her face as she clearly didn't get the response she was seeking. "My thanks, keep me informed." Her shadow steadied once more and she looked over her shoulder to those in the Quicksand.
Women gossiping in the center, the normal guards, and the strange man. Her eyes looked him over a soft smile on her face before turning back around and uttering, "My thanks," as a fresh plate of steak with rice and carrots was set before her.
Whatever the reason, her gaze when she steadied the man didn't seem maleficent, or like a person sizing up a possible opponent, it would have been more like a tailor or seamstress sizing a person for clothes.
It's was a faint flicker, but her shadow seemed to move for a moment before Aoi's lips start to move. It was as if she was speaking to herself, her voice no more then a whisper. "Find her, and leave her unharmed please." Perhaps she was speaking into a linkpearl quickly, despite her hands clearly working the visor in front of her, and no visible linkpearl seen on her person.
"What of -him-," she asked, her voice betraying her and giving off a bit of disdain at the thought of some man. Anger and fear mixed on her face as she clearly didn't get the response she was seeking. "My thanks, keep me informed." Her shadow steadied once more and she looked over her shoulder to those in the Quicksand.
Women gossiping in the center, the normal guards, and the strange man. Her eyes looked him over a soft smile on her face before turning back around and uttering, "My thanks," as a fresh plate of steak with rice and carrots was set before her.
Whatever the reason, her gaze when she steadied the man didn't seem maleficent, or like a person sizing up a possible opponent, it would have been more like a tailor or seamstress sizing a person for clothes.
