~~~NUALA~~~
“There was still some leftover. No good comes from wasting.” She replied to Jamie after swallowing a mouthful of cold spiced venison. “But yes, I will admit, your cooking is enjoyable.”
When Jamie went on to tell her that he would be back in the evening, Nuala wanted to scowl and make some sort of protest. She did nothing of the sort, merely watching him mount Warrior and ride off with his small company of others.
“You look like you want to go after him,” the voice of one of the sellswords Jamie had hired came from her left.
Nuala shot the man a glare over her shoulder. “I do.”
There was a brief pause of blessed silence before the sellsword resumed speaking.
“Did you step on something sharp, Nuala?” He went on to ask her, the grin on his face clearly indicating that he had no intention of stopping his pestering.
“No.” Her reply was curt.
“Slam your fingers in a door?” He did not give up trying to annoy her, it seemed.
“No.” Her tone did not change.
More inane prodding. “Smack your head on a low beam?”
“Is there a point to this line of questioning?” She finally snapped, whirling around to face him with her hand clutching her spear as a walking stick and the other in a balled fist resting on her hip.
“Just wondering why you're so cross all the time.” He gave a shrug of the shoulders.
“I am not cross.” Though with her it was not always easy to tell.
“Ah, must have been the puppy eyes then,” he nodded his head knowingly.
“Puppy...eyes...?” She raised both her eyebrows (and yet still managed to be scowling as she did).
“I don’t think the two of you even realize the way you look at one another. Every time he looks away, you stare at him with those sad puppy eyes. He does the same to you, you know.” The man did not cease his incessant provocations but only brought them to a whole other level.
“There are no puppy eyes.” Nuala snapped at him in a tone that suggested the next verbal jab he made would earn him a spearhead to the face.
“It's all right, you know. Even you can be happy once in a while. It won't kill you. But your face might crack if you smile, so be careful.” He offered her another wide grin that made Nuala want to punch it off.
Instead, Nuala stalked off, having nothing to say in response to that and not wanting to make any replies, anyways.
“There was still some leftover. No good comes from wasting.” She replied to Jamie after swallowing a mouthful of cold spiced venison. “But yes, I will admit, your cooking is enjoyable.”
When Jamie went on to tell her that he would be back in the evening, Nuala wanted to scowl and make some sort of protest. She did nothing of the sort, merely watching him mount Warrior and ride off with his small company of others.
“You look like you want to go after him,” the voice of one of the sellswords Jamie had hired came from her left.
Nuala shot the man a glare over her shoulder. “I do.”
There was a brief pause of blessed silence before the sellsword resumed speaking.
“Did you step on something sharp, Nuala?” He went on to ask her, the grin on his face clearly indicating that he had no intention of stopping his pestering.
“No.” Her reply was curt.
“Slam your fingers in a door?” He did not give up trying to annoy her, it seemed.
“No.” Her tone did not change.
More inane prodding. “Smack your head on a low beam?”
“Is there a point to this line of questioning?” She finally snapped, whirling around to face him with her hand clutching her spear as a walking stick and the other in a balled fist resting on her hip.
“Just wondering why you're so cross all the time.” He gave a shrug of the shoulders.
“I am not cross.” Though with her it was not always easy to tell.
“Ah, must have been the puppy eyes then,” he nodded his head knowingly.
“Puppy...eyes...?” She raised both her eyebrows (and yet still managed to be scowling as she did).
“I don’t think the two of you even realize the way you look at one another. Every time he looks away, you stare at him with those sad puppy eyes. He does the same to you, you know.” The man did not cease his incessant provocations but only brought them to a whole other level.
“There are no puppy eyes.” Nuala snapped at him in a tone that suggested the next verbal jab he made would earn him a spearhead to the face.
“It's all right, you know. Even you can be happy once in a while. It won't kill you. But your face might crack if you smile, so be careful.” He offered her another wide grin that made Nuala want to punch it off.
Instead, Nuala stalked off, having nothing to say in response to that and not wanting to make any replies, anyways.