Whatever noise had been playing in the background had come to a stop, giving Fallon a momentary pause in her thought. If anything it allowed her a moment of reflection of what had occurred and what was occurring, the change of expression, the almost returned pause in surprise to the reaction. Or perhaps it was one spurred by confusion over something - perhaps she did indeed attempt to do something fake. Her lips were licked, the orbs focusing as the expression fell and perhaps a glimmer of what was beneath was revealed. She watched the lips open and her own in response broke into a slither of white, her voice a purr, "Think before you speak. Else, I shall give you a shovel in which to dig your hole."
Her orbs peeled back and away to her own tea, her other hand running along the edge of the notes she had written already. Was something missing? Probably. She gave a blink, pausing as she considered what she could add to it. But the woman beside her seemed to be in her own pondering, the expression becoming one of neutrality - a reset of things as she attempted to build up a persona once more. Did she have the woman on the defensive? Possibly, the way the face distorted to her comment to reveal the void beneath. Fallon's eyes looked, locked, and stared into what she could only call a void. Within the cool energy gave a swirl, the chill clawing up from her stomach into her throat and lacing across her tongue. Sensation, her ears twitched to the sigh and the low whisper as she began her movements to change, "Sarcasm, lowest form of wit. Or a lie. Or both. Either way is there not an element of truth hidden in both. Perhaps, maybe," she shrugged and looked down to the still steaming cup, "Though, I don't feel you did. Your expression says otherwise."
That tone however caused another twitch, that level of disinterest hovering there. She sounded bored, and unamused - as if asking simply because it was the polite thing to do. Then why ask to begin with? Fallon's lips pulled upwards into a wolfish grin, her orbs glinting before she let it all fall away into a calmed face and returned to her tea.
"You don't sound as if you want to know," she took a slurp from it with one hand and took up the quill with the other, "Nor, do you look particularly like you wish to do anything. Almost as if you are fishing for reasons and faces to put on. Looking for the next lie to impersonate. Or perhaps, an excuse to lie to yourself - to not be what you are but someone else for a little while." Her lips gave a small curl, "Much like an actor upon a stage, except this has no rehearsals and the performance goes on for a lot longer. Besides," she dipped the quill in the ink, "If I tell you, how will you learn? You'll hear and you'll forget. Now let's see..."
Among the classes of Zeltiva, it is believed East Street holds a majority of the lower class and the more criminal minded sort - thieves being the main consistency. Whether or not a gang culture exists there at all, or an underbelly of sorts dwells there would need to be looked into. Fallon lifted the quill from the page and gave an approving nod, On the other end of the scale is those who reside in the Ancient Quarter, Zeltiva's upper class. Whether or not similar traits exist there will also have to be taken into account - but with care due to more power being wielded.
Her orbs peeled back and away to her own tea, her other hand running along the edge of the notes she had written already. Was something missing? Probably. She gave a blink, pausing as she considered what she could add to it. But the woman beside her seemed to be in her own pondering, the expression becoming one of neutrality - a reset of things as she attempted to build up a persona once more. Did she have the woman on the defensive? Possibly, the way the face distorted to her comment to reveal the void beneath. Fallon's eyes looked, locked, and stared into what she could only call a void. Within the cool energy gave a swirl, the chill clawing up from her stomach into her throat and lacing across her tongue. Sensation, her ears twitched to the sigh and the low whisper as she began her movements to change, "Sarcasm, lowest form of wit. Or a lie. Or both. Either way is there not an element of truth hidden in both. Perhaps, maybe," she shrugged and looked down to the still steaming cup, "Though, I don't feel you did. Your expression says otherwise."
That tone however caused another twitch, that level of disinterest hovering there. She sounded bored, and unamused - as if asking simply because it was the polite thing to do. Then why ask to begin with? Fallon's lips pulled upwards into a wolfish grin, her orbs glinting before she let it all fall away into a calmed face and returned to her tea.
"You don't sound as if you want to know," she took a slurp from it with one hand and took up the quill with the other, "Nor, do you look particularly like you wish to do anything. Almost as if you are fishing for reasons and faces to put on. Looking for the next lie to impersonate. Or perhaps, an excuse to lie to yourself - to not be what you are but someone else for a little while." Her lips gave a small curl, "Much like an actor upon a stage, except this has no rehearsals and the performance goes on for a lot longer. Besides," she dipped the quill in the ink, "If I tell you, how will you learn? You'll hear and you'll forget. Now let's see..."
Among the classes of Zeltiva, it is believed East Street holds a majority of the lower class and the more criminal minded sort - thieves being the main consistency. Whether or not a gang culture exists there at all, or an underbelly of sorts dwells there would need to be looked into. Fallon lifted the quill from the page and gave an approving nod, On the other end of the scale is those who reside in the Ancient Quarter, Zeltiva's upper class. Whether or not similar traits exist there will also have to be taken into account - but with care due to more power being wielded.