"Greetings, Priest," said Validar, "How fair you and your Naga worshipers?"
Libra bristles visibly, body tense and alert in the other’s presence. “Hello. My fellow followers and I are fine, thank you. Not that you and the rest of Grima’s corresponding following are helping any.” He says, tersely, extremely uncomfortable with Validar in his general area and vice versa. He kind of wanted to walk away and not look back, but as much as he disliked this situation, he didn’t have it in him to leave.
"Hmph… and here I thought your kind were more accepting than the Grimleal. I suppose I was wrong." He was goading her, and he was sure she knew it, but he couldn’t help it. This… man? Woman? Whatever. This person was too devout to Naga for his liking.
"Gods, you're--you're just--" Breathe, Libra. Just breathe. He's aware of the rise that's trying to be gotten out of him and refrains from ending his sentence with 'awful', like he had planned on earlier. Why was this person so frustrating to talk to from the get-go? It, along with the fact that Validar had just gotten him more upset than he had been in years in a matter of a few sentences, was incomprehensible.
He does indeed breathe, a large inhale followed by an exhale before he clears his throat. "Are you perhaps riling me into giving you a lecture about my lord and savior? Because I would be delighted." Best try and redirect the conversation to a better place if he wasn't going to storm away and end it with that.
