Harrowhark
Yeah, I'm a gamer *plays solitaire for 5 hours*
โExcuse me?โ Patronizing? Elera? Never! She was simply trying to have an intellectual conversation. Was this man so closed minded that he wouldnโt even listen to the word of the stars?
Oh wow. That awful, disgusting aura should have warned her. It seemed, perhaps, her efforts should have started with someone more forgiving. Someone with a much pinker aura.
But for now, Elera was reaping the consequences of her actions. โI beg your pardon?โ Aurelian had gotten much closer than she would like any man to be. To her, raising oneโs voice to a simple request was entirely unreasonable. However, right now was hardly the time for scolding.
The chefโs anger was relentless. Filled with swearing and blasphemy. What he had taken as insult was only her way of conversing. She had done her best to give him the benefit of the doubt, only to be met with this.
Elera was backed against the railing. Her hands grasped at the wood, attempting to prevent herself from falling overboard as she leaned back. His words hardly mattered, the tone was enough. Yellow eyes glinting and hair standing on end as if to say โstay back.โ
When he finally backed off, it took a moment for Elera to ease off the railing. Her gaze remained on the chef as she wiped his spit from her face.
โThat is not what I was going to say.โ A quiet voice, one of which she was not used to using. Elera turned to walk away, but like usual, she could never leave without the last word. โOnly, manners and a simple โnoโ can take you quite far.โ As if โnoโ could successfully communicateโฆ all thatโฆ
Back into the fray, it took a moment to remember why sheโd left in the first place. It was not the overwhelming chaos of drunken sailors. No, her movement had a purpose. The pursuit of something valuable.
Instead, Elera was left floating blankly amongst the crowd. When the stars allowed it, she would find what she was looking for.
The Crusader
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