Sonje by Sie!
Even when the dark brute smiled, it never quite seemed to reach the cold glint of his eyes, calculating and fearless. But though not as definitive, there was also something keenly reminiscent of that look in her own eyes—the eyes that have seen too much. She smiled at his icy drawl, surprisingly interested in his threat, as it wasn't often she openly received one. Usually her pretty face kept those at bay; however, she knew right away that she was dealing with a different breed here, someone who wouldn't be won over with conscience alone. She shrugged, dismissing his seriousness if only because acting so nonchalant easily kept her young nerves at bay.
Sonje openly snorted when the newly introduced Itzal suggested that someone might take her jewelry, given her obvious disadvantages. She wasn't even six feet tall, and the man before her loomed over seven, a hulking shadow she looked right through. I'd like to see 'someone less noble' try,
she answered haughtily, seemingly overconfident but it was becoming increasingly difficult to gauge how serious she was being. She liked being this way, as enigmatic as possible, and she often kept a hint that she was furtively insidious, in case any patron got the idiotic idea to try and harass her. Well Itzal,
she punctuated his name, her tone somewhere between playfulness and repugnance, you should really be more careful, taking those trips down memory lane. Had I been so inclined, or equipped, you're the one who might've gotten robbed.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but just as quickly as the idle threat had come, her face resumed its generally unimpressed facet. But as it were... eh,
she shrugged again, lifting her hands in casually passive display.
The wolfdog moved then, deliberately closing the distance between them before simply brushing right by the black wolf. But as she passed, she looked up, meeting his gaze daringly at close range. She barely had time to wonder how gold his eyes were and how fine that scar was across his cheek before she passed, waving a hand idly over her shoulder. As you were, solider,
she called teasingly, picking a path towards the unintended clothing store she'd pointed out before and leaving him behind with a few conscious swishes of her hips.