 "How splendid," the words spilled from her lips like molasses whilst the commotion began. People were taking bets, Rivienne took notice of that from the corner of her golden-hued eyes. Fingertips danced over the strings of the harp, which had laid dormant above the grooved, wooden surface, of her table.Â
  "--a bit of wine and a show, poor Miounne is going to have quite a mess in her hands," the accented voice was all nearly drowned out by the sound of cacophony now that people were absorbing the adrenaline, and testosterone, that lingered in the air. She ignored such and found it entertaining to simply apply a bit of music into the atmosphere, a serene melody, to counter the ruckus.
  Dark lashes fell to half mast whilst watching the original two men begin their squabble; while slender digits strummed at the harp's strings, the other hand deftly swept up a plate that nearly decapitated her. A glare was given to the Roegadyns before the Miqo'te about were given but a light shrug as to say.. 'this could get ugly.'
  "--a bit of wine and a show, poor Miounne is going to have quite a mess in her hands," the accented voice was all nearly drowned out by the sound of cacophony now that people were absorbing the adrenaline, and testosterone, that lingered in the air. She ignored such and found it entertaining to simply apply a bit of music into the atmosphere, a serene melody, to counter the ruckus.
  Dark lashes fell to half mast whilst watching the original two men begin their squabble; while slender digits strummed at the harp's strings, the other hand deftly swept up a plate that nearly decapitated her. A glare was given to the Roegadyns before the Miqo'te about were given but a light shrug as to say.. 'this could get ugly.'
