Fall 8th, 511 AV
Maroon eyes shimmered from behind a wave of black hair that flashed a vibrant orange when light slanted off of it a certain way. A small, slender body was crouched in the snow with long fingers growing number as time passed and they were unmoving.
Amaya observed as people walked by before her, her eyes showing her curiousity when she would rather have kept it to herself. They burned and clashed with the orange her hair occasionally flashed. She didn’t mind the contrast, however, as it brought more attention to her unusual hair colour anyway. It wasn’t often that someone ended up with orange instead of green, blue or even pink. She felt lucky to be gifted with orange hair.
As the person she was following stepped ahead of her, Amaya began to scoop snow into her left hand, preparing a snowball. Prior to this moment she hadn’t considered lofting a snowball at her quarry at all. Happily, snow was in abundance in Avanthal and the idea popped into her head that she could have some fun while studying the curio before her.
Without warning, she threw the snowball at the man and then stood and merged into the crowd, attempting to look like she was casual and nothing unusual had happened. She didn’t look to see what her snowball had done and it could have missed for all she knew. What she awaited was the sound of surprise and a little bit of havoc to use.
Her eyes remained maroon as she glanced around for her quarry, fully intending to stare him down should he be looking her way and catch her eye with his. Her fingers ran over her cloak, smearing off the water residue lingering on her hands. She didn’t want there to be any evidence for the man to use against her should he deem her as suspicious. After all, the snowball could have come from anywhere and anyone and a single Vantha standing there watching him in interest should be no cause for concern.
A slight tinge of red freckled the maroon as she observed the man expectantly. Someone else may decide to come along and join in her observation or even confront her about it, but she wouldn’t mind. Attention is what it is no matter the form.
