As Oriri seemed to shrink under her gaze, a hint of annoyance began to creep back onto Adeya’s face. As much as she didn’t like Phye’s pushing people around, the sight of the Lalafell practically cowering in front of her wasn’t doing much to improve her mood either. After all, as far as the Miqo’te knew she was a fellow mage, and as such she was inclined to see Oriri’s behavior as rather unbecoming.
“Look at—“ she started, but was once again cut off by the Highlander. Adeya almost didn’t notice when Oriri went to go hide behind her; she was too busy meeting Phye’s glare with one of her own. Apparently bullying won out over cowering. Yet before Adeya had a chance to tell Phye exactly what she thought of the implied threat to Oriri, the Lalafell was apologizing. Again. Adeya’s ears flattened slightly as she let out an exasperated breath. This was just getting ridiculous.
“As long as you promise to stop apologizing, go ahead,†she said finally, letting some of her annoyance creep into her voice. Evidently she realized this, for when she glanced back down at Oriri and Cyan her face softened just a bit. Whether it was because she knew Oriri wasn’t a mage, or because she looked so unhappy at being called nutkin, when she speaks again her tone has lost some of the bite. “After all, Cyan wouldn’t hurt you.â€
Her eyes snap back up to give Phye a rather pointed look as she adds, in a slightly raised voice: “He only does that when I tell him to.â€
“Look at—“ she started, but was once again cut off by the Highlander. Adeya almost didn’t notice when Oriri went to go hide behind her; she was too busy meeting Phye’s glare with one of her own. Apparently bullying won out over cowering. Yet before Adeya had a chance to tell Phye exactly what she thought of the implied threat to Oriri, the Lalafell was apologizing. Again. Adeya’s ears flattened slightly as she let out an exasperated breath. This was just getting ridiculous.
“As long as you promise to stop apologizing, go ahead,†she said finally, letting some of her annoyance creep into her voice. Evidently she realized this, for when she glanced back down at Oriri and Cyan her face softened just a bit. Whether it was because she knew Oriri wasn’t a mage, or because she looked so unhappy at being called nutkin, when she speaks again her tone has lost some of the bite. “After all, Cyan wouldn’t hurt you.â€
Her eyes snap back up to give Phye a rather pointed look as she adds, in a slightly raised voice: “He only does that when I tell him to.â€
