Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-28358106-20170909052447

(S9/Brad) Tirush regards Brad stoically, her ears flat, her mind  suppressing every instinct she has. She has a deep distrust of civilization, and now it's all around her in pastel hues, whispered conversations, and flavors of confectionery that weren't meant for untamed tongues and carnivorous stomachs. That itself doesn't do much to help her mood.

And this boy, this switch-thin whelp of a mop-haired male, barely old enough to chew his own food, had angered her daughters and didn't even have the courtesy to look up as he addressed her.

She blocks the overwhelming urge to reduce the parlor to cinders and memories.

Instead she walks up to the opposite side of his table and stops, towering over him. She speaks, her words heavy.

"Look up at me when I speak to you, boy. Why did you upset my daughters?"