Sonje by Sie!
Sonje flinched at the voice behind her, but it registered as familiar even before she identified the words as playful. Relaxing her tense shoulders (and her subsequent grip on her dagger, which she had indeed planned to throw into the speaker's chest), she tilted her head back and peered at an upside down image of Itzal. Despite herself, a grin broke across her features, but she narrowed her eyes surreptitiously at him, lips curling. The roles had definitely been reversed, as she remembered he'd nearly thrown a knife at her as well—just as she'd almost done to him now. "You're lucky you're cute. I may have thrown the knife anyway.. just to see you bleed," she scoffed, jerking her head back down and peering out onto the lake again.
She didn't bother to get up, at ease with the black fellow, even with all his dangerous weapons. They'd had plenty opportunity to kill one another weeks ago. If it hadn't happened by now, she doubted it ever would. "What brings you out here?" she asked, peering up at him over her slender shoulder, her pale eyes both curious and suspicious. "Not trying to catch some young girl unawares, are you?" Some twenty yards away, Jagga picked up her head, observed the two, their body language, and then continued grazing because nothing was presently wrong.
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