@tabardalon Can We Not?
She is new here, yes, but even still there are things that stand out in the monochrome tundra—like armor, for example. A full set, metal, making the towering figure seem even bigger and look more like a wall than the damned murals in the chateau.
The back of Sasume’s mind starts to buzz, rears up and remains just shy of turning into a deafening roar as she barely keeps herself from reaching for her sword. Her own sword.
Fuck, she just can’t catch a break, can she?
Her lips twist into a barely restrained snarl, nostrils flaring as keeps her one eye on his, muscles already itching and heart readying to panic. She can’t very well harm him, not with his armor never-mind his size, but he only has one arm and he’s bound to be slow with all the goddamned metal—
“What,” Sasume glares, ignoring the lack of reception she feels from her sword for her own sanity. “Do you want?”