I was raised to speak well, and taught proper manners, once.
[ It has been some time since then, but there are often things that are hard to forget. Lauralae is a creature of habit, and those which have been ingrained in her are hard to forget, hard to shove aside, leaning into the familiarity of it with a comfort that might hide her nerves. She remains unsure of herself here, but she is forging a place all the same, making a home for herself amidst all the horrors.
He speaks and speaks, and Lauralae thinks that he might have insult behind it all if she isn't careful, something sharp behind his words to match the curve of his mouth, but she stops herself from speaking on it. She has no desire to get herself in all the more trouble for it, not when her tongue still echoes with the taste of blood and her fangs still ache for it, to enjoy the thrill of the chase.
Head still tilted, she huffs the softest of noises. ]
There are others here with heritage akin to my own, though they are not of my world. We have been brought from so many a place, I cannot say what kinship we might truly share.
[ A nod of her head, and a twitch of something on her lips; almost as if it feels good, to be around someone who might well share her blood. ]
Do you wish to walk with me, Marazhai Aezyrraesh? Or would you shop here some more?
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[ It has been some time since then, but there are often things that are hard to forget. Lauralae is a creature of habit, and those which have been ingrained in her are hard to forget, hard to shove aside, leaning into the familiarity of it with a comfort that might hide her nerves. She remains unsure of herself here, but she is forging a place all the same, making a home for herself amidst all the horrors.
He speaks and speaks, and Lauralae thinks that he might have insult behind it all if she isn't careful, something sharp behind his words to match the curve of his mouth, but she stops herself from speaking on it. She has no desire to get herself in all the more trouble for it, not when her tongue still echoes with the taste of blood and her fangs still ache for it, to enjoy the thrill of the chase.
Head still tilted, she huffs the softest of noises. ]
There are others here with heritage akin to my own, though they are not of my world. We have been brought from so many a place, I cannot say what kinship we might truly share.
[ A nod of her head, and a twitch of something on her lips; almost as if it feels good, to be around someone who might well share her blood. ]
Do you wish to walk with me, Marazhai Aezyrraesh? Or would you shop here some more?