Cassidy Pyro SaintClaire
Cassidy watched as the pixie became nervous he had apologized so she owed him at least a explanation right? "I'm not working for the demon." She replied to him it of corse wasn't the answer to who or what she was but that was Cassidy's style. Weasel out of questions by answering lesser questions. It kept her from letting anyone close enough to hurt her and it was a good plan. It was easier. Once someone got to close betrayal in some way was inevitable. She learned that first hand. And people were going to hurt you in some fashion why not make it harder. At least that was her thoughts on it. She looked up at him moving the hood back a bit so he could see her hazel eyes which suddenly turned bright vibrant orange and then they began glowing brightly as if she held flame behind her iris's and not just a color pigment. And then suddenly her eyes were hazel again as if they never were orange and Tink was only seeing things. But it was then obvious she was no ordinary girl or lucid dreamer. Before the young pixie could question what he saw she winked at him and then Her full lips set into a mischevious smile. It was unlike the girl to reveal even this much of her identity to anyone but she felt it time to cause a bit of chaos. And then she heard a males voice call out to the young little pixie-fairy---whatever man. She put her hood back to covering her face and she turned her icy gaze on him her mischevious and almost fun like attitude disappeared in a instant leaving only a very serious and duty like atmosphere. Her fill lips were set in a sexy like pout and her cool as ice atmosphere yet again surrounded her. Her hazel eyes narrowed at the male though he could not see it. It wasn't in the sense of a threat but in a sense of mistrust and objection to his sudden interference. She eyed the male looking him up and down for a feel of his atmosphere though she kept her head a bit low so he could not see her eyes only the tip of her nose and her lips. She Scanned him for any trace of a weakness and for which hand was dominant and which was recessive. She stood tall no longer sticking to the shadows as she did this. She scanned his walk and his stance. His eyes and his body language. Looking for anything she could to gain the upper hand if needed. She was on her guard. Every cell in her body ready to make a move when need be. She seemed to find what she was looking for because she then looked a bit more up at him though it showed him nothing more then the tip of her nose and her full lips it was a sign of respect. Cassidy was a very respectful woman especially when she knew it was a fellow warrior she was dealing with. And this fellow warrior was a highly attractive one. She smirked at that thought a bit but the smirk soon faded. She stood tall, her curly brown hair put in a ponytail and cascaded down her right shoulder. Her hip cocked to the right and her arms crossed in a feminine way. She didn't remove her hood viewing it as unimportant to show her identity to the male who stood before her. Well unless he really requested it. But even then she had three options there. Fight, flee, or take off her hood. She was already calculating everything to a T. Strategically planning everything the male could possible ask and do and her best escape routes to each thing and also her best plan of action in case she felt the need to fight.