ooc: Secui Form oO is this madness? Yes...yes it is.
Lyris’s behavior was not lost on the Nomad, rather she was not quite prepared for it. When the etiquette of the old world was rapidly losing sway in this new one, dare the Nomad admit she was becoming used to the innate level of (unintentional) disrespect as well as the more casual encounter with another. And even those that clung to the old ways, herself included, were unintentionally becoming influenced by this change. Seeing the young female now, X’yrin was positively inspired to correct her own behavior, using less casual gestures in front of the stranger and assumed a role befitting that as an inquisitor. Allowing her gaze to speak for her as opposed to actual word.
She was impressed by the young one’s determination, and in her gaze saw the will to succeed. But were there capabilities to match it? Were these the hopes of a child still learning of the world? Honey colored eyes glanced to the matted mess on the snowy face again. Perhaps not.
Humming softly, the Issor pulled herself to her feet once more and quietly advanced on the young girl. With what distance remained between them, the closing steps were swift and with but a hair’s width between them, the Nomad was upon her. Gleaming eyes bore down upon her snowy pelt as weather lps unfurled to brilliant fangs. Her lips quivered as they stretched but no ferocious sound matched the terrifying smile. The Nomad suddenly forced her shoulder toward the girl as if to ram her down, but the gesture came as a light nudge against the young shoulder, then no contact at all as the large golden form bent down to a bow before the youth, tail high and ears bent back. Then she bound for the girl again with not a terrifying smile but a low growl of invitation, bidding the young female retaliate.