Melodia stopped cold in her tracks, tilting her head back to the right enough to eye the smaller woman behind her and clacked her teeth softly while her eyes narrowed. She was still breathing a little heavily from the altercation in the stairwell and was trying hard to relax herself. Her left hand went to the hilt of her dagger and she spoke calmly enough with a slight hint of agitation touching the edges of her words.
"Is tha' so? An' what would ye know of it lass? I'm in no mood fer games at this hour."
She tensed her legs waiting for the other's reply, and praying she wasn't allowing herself to be snared.
"Is tha' so? An' what would ye know of it lass? I'm in no mood fer games at this hour."
She tensed her legs waiting for the other's reply, and praying she wasn't allowing herself to be snared.
