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In her younger days she would have been an easy target for such a tactic. Azreiel and anger went side by side, and still do, after all you can not teach an old dog new tricks? Or so the saying goes. Bar fights, minor scraps and bloody encounters were all to familiar. Some of them were for pride's sake, others to defend what was hers, sometimes it was for a friend, but all to often it was because her temper had gotten the better of her.
But she wasn't young anymore, and even with a fearce bit of fight left in her aging bones, she knew she had to pick and choose her battles a little more now. Which was to suggest that yes...yes she still choose them every now and again.
Sure, in her younger days she might have likly stomped over to Renaise for that comment about her tongue. Argued with him over his words, taken everything he said personal and the end result may have well been a bar fight. But she didn't engage in those sorts of actions much anymore, MUCH being the key word. Oh, this old bat still packed quite a punch, but also, there was wisdom now.
She ignored the comment retaining to her tongue...for now. She had no desire to reveal all her cards like a fool. After all she appeared to be just another aged old crone with nothing useful to say, and that image fit just fine with her, she got into less trouble when people thought that.
Having explained what was asked in regards to her little trinket, she took a quick look to those playing cards. She was the center of attention now and she disliked that. She found no need for idle conversation anymore. So with out saying so much as another word she made her way back to her seat, moving much more quickly now, not so much as letting her walking stick touch the ground. There was a youthful sort of skip in her step almost, as if just the thought of running her sword through Renaise for such ignorant words brought excitment, and a little bit of dissapointment to her. She motioned to her empty mug and spoke to the tender.
"Another when you have a moment." and she sat once more.
But she wasn't young anymore, and even with a fearce bit of fight left in her aging bones, she knew she had to pick and choose her battles a little more now. Which was to suggest that yes...yes she still choose them every now and again.
Sure, in her younger days she might have likly stomped over to Renaise for that comment about her tongue. Argued with him over his words, taken everything he said personal and the end result may have well been a bar fight. But she didn't engage in those sorts of actions much anymore, MUCH being the key word. Oh, this old bat still packed quite a punch, but also, there was wisdom now.
She ignored the comment retaining to her tongue...for now. She had no desire to reveal all her cards like a fool. After all she appeared to be just another aged old crone with nothing useful to say, and that image fit just fine with her, she got into less trouble when people thought that.
Having explained what was asked in regards to her little trinket, she took a quick look to those playing cards. She was the center of attention now and she disliked that. She found no need for idle conversation anymore. So with out saying so much as another word she made her way back to her seat, moving much more quickly now, not so much as letting her walking stick touch the ground. There was a youthful sort of skip in her step almost, as if just the thought of running her sword through Renaise for such ignorant words brought excitment, and a little bit of dissapointment to her. She motioned to her empty mug and spoke to the tender.
"Another when you have a moment." and she sat once more.
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