Kieaira fiddled with her fingers as she tried to think of how to respond to Ryan without sounding dull, shifting in her seat as she peered around the Tavern, her eyes landing on the male Miqo'te and she froze.
Her heart began pounding in her chest, and to any that were paying attention a look of anxiety would cross her eyes. As he backed away from the Highlander and right into their table, she let out a startled cry and jumped from her chair, once more backing into the pole nearby.
She swallowed hard as she stared at the Keeper, and though a small sigh of relief would escape her lips, she still felt on edge. He's a Keeper, don't worry. She told herself, though her stance would remain defensive. Her lips pursed together tightly, and her slight fear could be easily misinterpreted as anger towards the other Keeper.
Her heart began pounding in her chest, and to any that were paying attention a look of anxiety would cross her eyes. As he backed away from the Highlander and right into their table, she let out a startled cry and jumped from her chair, once more backing into the pole nearby.
She swallowed hard as she stared at the Keeper, and though a small sigh of relief would escape her lips, she still felt on edge. He's a Keeper, don't worry. She told herself, though her stance would remain defensive. Her lips pursed together tightly, and her slight fear could be easily misinterpreted as anger towards the other Keeper.
