Violetti
Your Local Boba Addict
The woman's eyes tore away from the silver-haired boy and back to the human from earlier. The one who had called her by name. Placing a relaxed hand on her hip, she would set her tea aside to stare up at the man. His wavering dialect rose her suspicions. Her instincts told her to be a bit wary of the man. Keeping her voice taught, she spoke in a prideful manner, "First of all, it's Camila. Once you can get that through your-" Camila's nose twitched as the man's lingering scent began to encase her. With an empty stomach threatening to growl, Camila ceased her verbal attack. Smoothing down her ragged apparel mindlessly, she sighed. "Right. Well. Does this man that may or may not have an idea about me, have a name?" Camila leaned in closer, her scarlet gaze latched onto her future prey.
Camila's advances crumbled down as another human male swaggered over. His umber skin contrasted her pearly tone. He had referred to her as a pale beauty. Well. At least he had common sense. Camila was only granted a few seconds to observe the new man's appearance before their conversation was abruptly cut. Clothes and supplies landed into Camila's hands rather harshly. Stumbling back a bit from the strong force of the man known as Quor, the woman mentally cursed. Examining her new garbs, they were far from luxurious. But then again, maybe they were, coming from this sorry state of a town. The white fabric of the cloak would do well to repel the heat of the sun. The edges embroidered with crimson floral designs represented a small touch of tenderness. Unfortunately, its owner was anything but tender. What came as a genuine shock was the supposed weapon, with its feeble structure and rough texture. Camila clicked her tongue in dismay. "What the heck is this? This....this STICK." Slicing through the air in a monotonous fashion brought little joy to Camila. Such a thing was unworthy to be a staff. Much less worthy of her grace and virtue.
Clipping the white cloak around herself, she tried to place those negative thoughts behind her. A more significant incident was occurring outside. Taking swift but delicate steps towards the door, Camila released a small gasp. "Oh, my. It's a nightmare." Squealing at the sight of green beside her, Camila was quick to swat at the back of his head with her magical stick. Noticing it was the half-breed from earlier, she couldn't stifle a giggle. "Oh, my apologies Lorenzo. It was difficult to distinguish you from the rest." It was evident that the comment was a purposeful jab. Some might describe Camila as an osmanthus flower. She may have portrayed beauty and emitted a sweet fragrance, but harbored a bitter seed in her heart.
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