@shieldblessed
she leads the way, her very presence within itself being a force to reckon with. there has always been an air of frigidness that has surrounded the former heiress, but when she must deal with someone she is not particularly fond of, the air that surrounds her can become chilling to the bone. she had always upheld a code of honors of sorts, a code that dictates that if she must deal with someone she dislikes, then she should not have to uphold a facade in which she enjoys their company. however, when he asked her to talk, she figured to give him the time of day--after all, they are working together now, so she might as well hear him out. and yet, that doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it.
with a forceful push, she shoves some branches out of her way to clear her path to a little clearing not so far from where the rest of their teammates had decided to camp for the night. when she’s just out of their earshot, she turns to him, hips cocked, left hand placed firmly onto the corresponding hip. icy eyes narrow and her gaze becomes gelid. if his intent was to flirt with her, she was going to make it crystal clear that she would not have it.
“well? what did you want to speak to me about?”
