You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon! /O, Joiner

LET'S START A WAR!

Ares. Female. Tanglewood. Child.

Child of war turned her head toward Salvia, little body hunched over her blanket, protecting it. But as she turned to look at Elsweyr, she gently backed up. Shocked at the motion of being lifted, but with the feeling being so familiar to her, she relaxed. She felt safe, even though her life was at peril only mere moments before. Being carried was normal for the child, and when she was dropped gently, she longed for the security again.

The scent of fish brought hunger from the depths of Ares' stomach, and when Elsweyr dropped the piece before the child she ate ravenously, little noises coming from her as she ate as a way to deter anyone else from trying to eat her food. But, like, this is a small child. Hardly threatening at all.

"Speech"

#psychosocial.