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OOCSorry for the delay. Hope to be a bit faster in future
How someone's countenance could change so drastically and so suddenly was something that Caela couldn't understand. The woman didn't look defeated, just tired, or maybe fed up with it all, whatever "it all" was. Her face had become curiously blank, her lack of expression and her suddenly glazed eyes giving away nothing of her thoughts. The unexpected change made the dancer feel uneasy but she didn't look away from the woman. The only explanation that she had for the change was her words. Whether the words themselves (which had seemed fairly harmless to her ears), or thoughts sparked by them, Caela couldn't know and she could only be left guessing. She wasn't even sure if her presence was still remembered as the other seemed to have gone off into her own little world, moving off to examine the graves near to where her wolf had taken refuge.
When she spoke at last, finally acknowledging the Sunberthian's existence, her words carried a threat although her tone did not reflect it. Her gestures backed it up however, movements encompassing her weapons and the wolf that was so near at hand. When she brought the morality of the situation into question however, Caela found herself confused. She'd shot a number of simple (somewhat) questions at the woman, concerning possible remorse for the actions of her beast and yet she was acting as if the young woman had brought up some great issue that was morally debatable.
The woman continued speaking, her gaze fixed upon her, adding to Caela's confusion of the situation. Demands? She'd just wanted some manner of apology, a courtesy that could be so easily given and yet she was acting as if she'd asked her for something difficult to come by. Yes, courtesy in Sunberth could be somewhat lacking, sure but this seemed ridiculous in her eyes.
"If I was you, I'd apologise. It wouldn't be that difficult. It isn't as if I demanded for you to slaughter your beast, or to repay me for the damage done to my possessions. An apology, some sign of remorse, that's all. I don't understand what your problem is with anything that I've just said," the woman shot back, folding her arms across her chest. Her eyes narrowed as she examined the other. "If it's really that much of a hassle for you then you can forget about it and we can part ways." She regarded the other in silence for a few moments, her eyes just as serious as the stranger's. "And they don't sleep, they're dead and I see no problem in damning and cussing in front of them. I don't see any problem using language that I use in ordinary life. I talked like that when my mother was alive and I doubt that she cares about it more now that she's under the ground than she did when she was still above it."
How someone's countenance could change so drastically and so suddenly was something that Caela couldn't understand. The woman didn't look defeated, just tired, or maybe fed up with it all, whatever "it all" was. Her face had become curiously blank, her lack of expression and her suddenly glazed eyes giving away nothing of her thoughts. The unexpected change made the dancer feel uneasy but she didn't look away from the woman. The only explanation that she had for the change was her words. Whether the words themselves (which had seemed fairly harmless to her ears), or thoughts sparked by them, Caela couldn't know and she could only be left guessing. She wasn't even sure if her presence was still remembered as the other seemed to have gone off into her own little world, moving off to examine the graves near to where her wolf had taken refuge.
When she spoke at last, finally acknowledging the Sunberthian's existence, her words carried a threat although her tone did not reflect it. Her gestures backed it up however, movements encompassing her weapons and the wolf that was so near at hand. When she brought the morality of the situation into question however, Caela found herself confused. She'd shot a number of simple (somewhat) questions at the woman, concerning possible remorse for the actions of her beast and yet she was acting as if the young woman had brought up some great issue that was morally debatable.
The woman continued speaking, her gaze fixed upon her, adding to Caela's confusion of the situation. Demands? She'd just wanted some manner of apology, a courtesy that could be so easily given and yet she was acting as if she'd asked her for something difficult to come by. Yes, courtesy in Sunberth could be somewhat lacking, sure but this seemed ridiculous in her eyes.
"If I was you, I'd apologise. It wouldn't be that difficult. It isn't as if I demanded for you to slaughter your beast, or to repay me for the damage done to my possessions. An apology, some sign of remorse, that's all. I don't understand what your problem is with anything that I've just said," the woman shot back, folding her arms across her chest. Her eyes narrowed as she examined the other. "If it's really that much of a hassle for you then you can forget about it and we can part ways." She regarded the other in silence for a few moments, her eyes just as serious as the stranger's. "And they don't sleep, they're dead and I see no problem in damning and cussing in front of them. I don't see any problem using language that I use in ordinary life. I talked like that when my mother was alive and I doubt that she cares about it more now that she's under the ground than she did when she was still above it."
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