Reiel was not one to make grand exclamations in front of other people then parade herself so cockily around said people afterwards. At best, she was actually an embarrassed mess after, having pulled her father to the side to ask the Zabrak repeatedly if she was too dramatic, if she did and said the right things, if she stuttered, et cetera.
After ten harrowing minutes (to Reiel, anyway) of pacing around an empty hallway with her buir as her amused audience, the pair of Crows strode quietly into the revelry, leaving their arrival unannounced. Esconced in the farthest end of the room mirroring their place in the shadows during the gathering earlier, two pairs of eyes – one gaze unimpressed but not judging and the other sharp with mirth – watched in silence as the scene before them devolved into fighting.
"So, alor," Wulfric broke the silence between the two, helmeted head lowering to regard his daughter who leaned against him for support in more ways than one. "These are the kin us Crows would bleed and die for?"
Reiel, always so unashamed of showing affection to those she loved most, burrowed ever so subtly further into her father's arm, small hands cupping a mug of strong ale. Sipping from her straw, the younger Crowholde shrugged.
"Better let them fight it out, whatever issues they're having. They can kick and punch and bite to their hearts' content, as long as they don't kill each other."
And she left it at that, her father nodding in understanding as they resumed silently watching everything unfold.
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After ten harrowing minutes (to Reiel, anyway) of pacing around an empty hallway with her buir as her amused audience, the pair of Crows strode quietly into the revelry, leaving their arrival unannounced. Esconced in the farthest end of the room mirroring their place in the shadows during the gathering earlier, two pairs of eyes – one gaze unimpressed but not judging and the other sharp with mirth – watched in silence as the scene before them devolved into fighting.
"So, alor," Wulfric broke the silence between the two, helmeted head lowering to regard his daughter who leaned against him for support in more ways than one. "These are the kin us Crows would bleed and die for?"
Reiel, always so unashamed of showing affection to those she loved most, burrowed ever so subtly further into her father's arm, small hands cupping a mug of strong ale. Sipping from her straw, the younger Crowholde shrugged.
"Better let them fight it out, whatever issues they're having. They can kick and punch and bite to their hearts' content, as long as they don't kill each other."
And she left it at that, her father nodding in understanding as they resumed silently watching everything unfold.
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