EVELYN Child Of Corenglaw Through the bulging distress of knights, dilemma elevated onto a set of frail shoulders, remission and expectation mustering along the insight of fluctuating emotion as the stature arrayed in a regal raven cloth. The cloak spanned by calves, portions of ivory locks reposing around a set of gentle features that glazed against the clashing of daylight - scarcely concealed by the hood that urged over. Lush pink lips were strained into a presice even line, a bare crease composed by the singular constricted brow that jerked in reception to the men before her. So at ease. So indiscreet. She could hardly compose the desire to let those shameful words roll off the peak of her tongue, as if she were merely going over a page of a book, feigning a tale before them all. But, despite the comprehension of effortless conduction, graceful arms enfolded to recess against her chest, crown inclined in another proclivity instead. A flutter of silver relocated, exposing the naked lids as the several human men were bewitched by her imposing beauty, heedless of the glacial attitude yet to confront. "It's rather dissatisfying to look at you all." the snowy forest cleaved, unvieling an allure of cold pinkish red optics that peered at them dully, "Are the knights that pathetic that they can't even handle their own job?" utterly ceaseless, not a hint of tease was endowed along that provoked expression - men propelled into muted turmoil, some, gradually riled. Although, they comprised to alift the yearning of countering the woman, steering toward the flare of clashing gazes that solely itched at her lips in diversion. "Well, whatever." a singular pause over the numerous stares, "At least you can do one thing right." not conducted to their perception, it may of been intriguing to regard the bafflement until it arised into thorough intuition. Albeit, she could not trifle among such irrelevant matters, the fleeting glimpse of vexation brief in their eyes as she rotated suddenly, a back of ebony fabric surfacing their anger now. "That man will be back before you know it." the skull lowered, single strand of appealing tone veering by her ear, as it swiftly reveled with the caress of fingers; seamed behind its place again. "Infact, I wouldn't be surprised if he came running back." it was evident, through casual footfalls, that her departing words were evidently mocking the men. In the intention of loathement and recoil of course. |
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