Chiane had remained silent during the back and forth, her brow slightly furrowed.
Where was Remy anyroad?
She slowly moved to the side, her fingers absently flexing in readiness, her eyes locked on the huge guard.
She would say nothing, do nothing to further intensify the situation, but Twelve be damned if she wouldn't put up a fight if he tried to take S'kyla.
She heard a faint rustle behind her, glancing behind to see Lily standing wide-eyed at the door to the kitchen. She gave her a pointed look and a slight gesture toward the Training room. The Hyur blinked, then nodded quickly, disappearing.
"Doon think he hearrd ya," a low, soft voice came from behind her. "Soo, let meh..."
Chi turned to see a young, shaggy headed Duskwright male walking up to the two 'visitors', his head cocked slightly to the side, his soft grey eyes just barely averted. He wore no shirt or shoes, merely a loose pair of cut-off pants, but his well-formed torso and arms were heavily marked with scars.
He moved so silently, so smoothly... as only a well-trained Duskwight warrior could. But such ability in one that was clearly still in his teens?
She watched him as he approached, halted several paces away from the two, then suddenly jerked his head to stare at the guard, before dropping to his knee nearly eye-to-eye with the Lala... albeit a touch more than an arm distance away.
"... Shay's not far sale. None herre are far sale. Ya arre unwonted. Now leave."
His tone had remained quiet, even, but firm without the barest inflection, his body still. "You will not be asked again. This is... your final warning." He paused, then added- somewhat dutifully, but clearly an afterthought. "Serrr."
The boy had an odd rolling accent that she could not quite place, his voice so soft, it was almost as if he were growling. Chi frowned, looking to Jaques curiously. She had not met all of the residents of the Rose... but she had most of them.
Especially the Duskwights...
Where was Remy anyroad?
She slowly moved to the side, her fingers absently flexing in readiness, her eyes locked on the huge guard.
She would say nothing, do nothing to further intensify the situation, but Twelve be damned if she wouldn't put up a fight if he tried to take S'kyla.
She heard a faint rustle behind her, glancing behind to see Lily standing wide-eyed at the door to the kitchen. She gave her a pointed look and a slight gesture toward the Training room. The Hyur blinked, then nodded quickly, disappearing.
"Doon think he hearrd ya," a low, soft voice came from behind her. "Soo, let meh..."
Chi turned to see a young, shaggy headed Duskwright male walking up to the two 'visitors', his head cocked slightly to the side, his soft grey eyes just barely averted. He wore no shirt or shoes, merely a loose pair of cut-off pants, but his well-formed torso and arms were heavily marked with scars.
He moved so silently, so smoothly... as only a well-trained Duskwight warrior could. But such ability in one that was clearly still in his teens?
She watched him as he approached, halted several paces away from the two, then suddenly jerked his head to stare at the guard, before dropping to his knee nearly eye-to-eye with the Lala... albeit a touch more than an arm distance away.
"... Shay's not far sale. None herre are far sale. Ya arre unwonted. Now leave."
His tone had remained quiet, even, but firm without the barest inflection, his body still. "You will not be asked again. This is... your final warning." He paused, then added- somewhat dutifully, but clearly an afterthought. "Serrr."
The boy had an odd rolling accent that she could not quite place, his voice so soft, it was almost as if he were growling. Chi frowned, looking to Jaques curiously. She had not met all of the residents of the Rose... but she had most of them.
Especially the Duskwights...
