Argilla can feel Prithivi practically clawing to be let out. To change and attack so she can enjoy what is being presented to them so carelessly. It makes Argilla feel a little sick, the way she swears she can smell blood despite the woman being so far off, but much like Gale she knows without understanding how that blood was used to summon those gelatinous creatures the woman walked on.
"She wouldn't know that," she murmurs, her gaze shifting briefly from the athletically built woman to her companion. The sudden urge to jab her elbow into his side squashed as quickly as it comes. It felt right, a physical blow to remind him that they were on that beach for a reason and treating the envoy as food even in a cursory sense wasn't amongst those reasons. But publicly chastising the most reserved member of the tribe for the exact same thing she'd just done? That is what keeps her hands at her sides and has her head canting to the side.
She studies the way the woman moves, searching for any sign of aggression. Too long have they been at war and while they were seeking allies, Bat's betrayal was still fresh. Still more than a darkened smudge on memory of what could happen if they were careless. If they trusted too easily, not that Gale would allow the tribe to do that, nor was he likely himself, but two pairs of watchful eyes were safer than the one. She shouldn't have been surprised to see that even on the shifting ground the woman moved with ease and purpose. Efficient, graceful in the way that spoke of danger and threat...the way she and the others moved in demon form.
And it hits her like a punch to the stomach that the woman moves in a way that reminds her of Jinana. But that shouldn't be possible at all should it. She'd ask Gale later when the woman was gone and the information gained was disseminated to the rest of the tribe leadership. After Serph made his decision on what they would do next. For now she'd smile (that was the word for when the corners of your lips turned upwards wasn't it?).
"I'm Argilla. It's nice to meet you." The words flow from her mouth all warmth with friendly overtones. She doesn't know where the last ones came from only that they felt like the correct ones, just like sad was correct for how Jinana seemed when she met her, and that this Shishito Nanako seemed shrewd.
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"She wouldn't know that," she murmurs, her gaze shifting briefly from the athletically built woman to her companion. The sudden urge to jab her elbow into his side squashed as quickly as it comes. It felt right, a physical blow to remind him that they were on that beach for a reason and treating the envoy as food even in a cursory sense wasn't amongst those reasons. But publicly chastising the most reserved member of the tribe for the exact same thing she'd just done? That is what keeps her hands at her sides and has her head canting to the side.
She studies the way the woman moves, searching for any sign of aggression. Too long have they been at war and while they were seeking allies, Bat's betrayal was still fresh. Still more than a darkened smudge on memory of what could happen if they were careless. If they trusted too easily, not that Gale would allow the tribe to do that, nor was he likely himself, but two pairs of watchful eyes were safer than the one. She shouldn't have been surprised to see that even on the shifting ground the woman moved with ease and purpose. Efficient, graceful in the way that spoke of danger and threat...the way she and the others moved in demon form.
And it hits her like a punch to the stomach that the woman moves in a way that reminds her of Jinana. But that shouldn't be possible at all should it. She'd ask Gale later when the woman was gone and the information gained was disseminated to the rest of the tribe leadership. After Serph made his decision on what they would do next. For now she'd smile (that was the word for when the corners of your lips turned upwards wasn't it?).
"I'm Argilla. It's nice to meet you." The words flow from her mouth all warmth with friendly overtones. She doesn't know where the last ones came from only that they felt like the correct ones, just like sad was correct for how Jinana seemed when she met her, and that this Shishito Nanako seemed shrewd.