It would be a lie to say that Teiran had traveled to Delumine for the festivities. She was not here to dance and to party and to revel in friendships new and old. No, when she prowled through the forest as a feline might, it wasn't to hunt down something good to eat or drink. The Solterran warrior was silent and her pale green eyes took in every minute detail around her. She was using the festival as an excuse to scout for dangers that may be lurking outside the day court walls. Dangers other than the one that had already been wrought upon them. Of course, she had no intention of acting on any suspicious, simply to observe and to remember. Remember each face, each look tossed her way. More than one alighted on her silver collar, though her expression gave away nothing. No reaction. Nearby she heard the sound of a blade being sharpened and immediately her expression shifted like a switch had been flipped. The soldier girl followed the sound with caution but also with purpose in her steps. Many stepped out of her way at the primal, wild gleaming of her sage eyes. Teiran rounded a corner to see a man with a leonine tail, sharpening a scythe-like spur that protruded from it. It was the same man who she had seen earlier on stage. He had been telling a story of some feat he claimed to achieve and using that very blade in his tail to carve from a sizeable log. Although she appeared to have relaxed on the outside, Teiran kept her guard up as she looked him over. "You might refrain from being seen sharpening that," she spoke flatly, the cadence of her words mechanical in their monotony. The sharp angle of Teiran's mane hid the majority of her collar from his view, but for a flash of silver right at her throat. He might be more concerned by the lack of welcome in her eyes, or the lack of much of anything really. "Someone might mistake you as attempting to disrupt the peace." Not a threat. Not now, anyway. |
@Raymond
