Snippet #1965945

Sighing, she remember she hadn't dulled her senses. The male's heartbeat had given him away, so she assumed it was fine to speak to him. Once again, she was wrong. Movig away from the window, she looked at the creature who had just stepped into the same room with her and froze. Flashing her fangs at him in a mock smile, she leaned back and crossed her arms. "Hello, then. You're the first to truly speak to me face to face. I thank you."

Stepping forward, she circled him intently, looking him over. "Surprized to see your kind here," she murmured, her voice dull and emotionless. In her mind she was just stating a fact, one that bore no bias towards or against him. Stopping, she face him once more and placed two fingers on her lips, bowing. "I am The ambassador of whisteria, " she said, naming the small country of assassins and mercenaries. "May name is Jaquellyn."

Backing off, she sniffed the air again, as if to find where everyone was. "Why is the magic so heavy here," she growled, eyes flashing with annoyance. She couldn't get a read on anything.

Pulling out one of her knives from around he waist, she leaned back against the counter and cleaned a nail, trying to find the boy who had bothered her earlier. The wine puddle had disappeared, so she assumed he took it. Hopefully he hadn't brushed her gauntlet, or else he may be in for a he'll of a surprise. Looking up, her blue eyes searched the male before her, finally resting on his gaze. "do you know who it was who attempted to startle me earlier?" she sighed. "I hope I didn't scare him off"