Snippet #2765709

The woman offered Demor a frown, before running a hand through her frizzed, curly red locks. Perhaps it was out of nervousness, or something else, but she listened quietly to his explanation. No matter how hard the Drachini tried to justify his existence to the Admiral, she still viewed him, and everyone else in the bath, as beneath her.

Her eyes followed his movements, his attempted rebuking of her own explanation for the superiority of the Aschen Empire.

Her eyes moved towards his forearm, and she watched the magical energies exert upon the water, as it flowed, and coiled up around him. She visibly recoiled in disgust at his magical display, moving several paces back, and glaring at him.

"You, and everyone like you, your very existence is an affront to the Empire!" She called out. "Even if you think it is natural, it is not! It's disgusting perversion of the natural order." She brought her arms in front of her, covering her bust while her eyes looked for a way out.

Her resolve hardened.

"I am an Aschen, an officer of the Fleet, I see what you're trying to do, and to be frank; you're not my type... Even if I was interested, I could be punished, I could face expulsion from the Military. I won't destroy my career over a piece of strange." She turned away from him, as if to give him the cold shoulder.

"My men will return for me in time, your playing a fool's errand."