[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
MEAN ISKATA!
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
As the other leaped to her side, Cercelee took a few steps back. It was obviously that this particular female was not just having a bad day. This was how the older female would be and Cercelee realized that she couldn’t butter her up, so she switched gears. Part of her was amused, as was her custom to find amusement in most anything these days, and part of her, a deeper part that usually laid dormant began to stir. How Cercelee was able to find amusement in others misery and unfriendliness puzzled her, she’d never feel this way if the female was receptive, but if the stranger insisted on being hostile, Cercelee couldn’t waste empathy on her, even sympathy was a bit too much. Yet that switch turned on, it was a switch that flickered on and off often when she felt that danger might be near, it was as if the devil itself was within her.
Yet she stayed calm, her voice cool. Even if a demon was clawing to get out of her, she did not take such issues lightly. Cercelee did not fly off the handle, she did not act on blind rage, she might have the cold precision of her grandmother, the stealth and inner strength, but she was more composed, less caring of her own feelings in order to control herself better. Her navy eyes stared at the other, and Cercelee realized that she saw something of her father in this stranger, it was the same kind of coldness that had emitted from him when he had left her on the borders of Clouded Tears. Although he had been so full of sorrow, so full of guilt, the feeling that this female was giving off was the same and completely different. Perhaps it was something that was inside all of them, something that could be so easily expressed in so many different ways. Well, Cercelee did not count herself a Sadira, if it came down to it, if the other attacked, Cercelee wouldn’t hold back on that account. Still, if there was no reason to defend herself, Cercelee would not start one. Her voice was neutral now, still calm and careful.
You lost something in the fire? Maybe, maybe not. But this female was bitter about something.
