[ Something prickles at her, under her skin, unease that she's picking up from the gryphons around her. Not that she can blame them. Sympathy toys at her expression until Benedikta and her eyes flicker to thee woman's hand drifting to her sword. Betsy tenses for a moment there, fights with herself ever so slightly on if she should risk going on the defensive more or not. Ultimately, she chooses not if only to keep from further upsetting the beasts.
They didn't ask for her to fall on them. Here she's the invader and she recognizes that. Perhaps because she's spent so much of her life fighting off invaders of her own. Like senses like. Or something like that. Her parents truly would be proud at the self-control she learned from her sheep herding days, wouldn't they?
She keeps her hands out, up, and stays relatively still. An observant person might notice she's a little too still in her movements, slowing even her heartrate down in an attempt to seem as unthreatening to the beasts as possible. While also keeping purple eyes on the other woman. Slowly she offers something of a sheepish smile. ]
Excellent question. Some sort of rift opened up and spit me out here. I thought I was free from portals and rifts. [ The last sentence holds just a bit of exasperation in it. Tiredness. Alas, they don't seem to be tired of her. ]
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They didn't ask for her to fall on them. Here she's the invader and she recognizes that. Perhaps because she's spent so much of her life fighting off invaders of her own. Like senses like. Or something like that. Her parents truly would be proud at the self-control she learned from her sheep herding days, wouldn't they?
She keeps her hands out, up, and stays relatively still. An observant person might notice she's a little too still in her movements, slowing even her heartrate down in an attempt to seem as unthreatening to the beasts as possible. While also keeping purple eyes on the other woman. Slowly she offers something of a sheepish smile. ]
Excellent question. Some sort of rift opened up and spit me out here. I thought I was free from portals and rifts. [ The last sentence holds just a bit of exasperation in it. Tiredness. Alas, they don't seem to be tired of her. ]