mind your distance | playing

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

Another child had harmed another. She had heard the cries coming from the center of town. The blame being thrown and her eyes slide that way, tied and rough her body threatened to fall. Even as she rose she could feel the heaviness of sleep trying to tug her back down again. Sleep had long since evaded her and slowly she moved to see what the yelling was. What the issue was that had befallen the group. For once the tribal woman did not hold a caring look upon her visage, smoke trailing from her nostrils as she looked across the scene. Green eyes closed for a moment before they opened back up once again. Dazir had harmed some other child it appeared and while they were nagging her the child was bleeding. "She thinks that someone should get help for the one hurt." Her tone was almost careless and dry.

Then her eyes swung toward the her child. Dazir. Her life must have been hard and she understood that. She needed time to settle. Perhaps isolation and the woman beckoned the scorpion tailed creature to her. Her eyes flicked to Ares as well and she allowed a tired smile to pull at her lips for her help. Both hers and his but now she needed time with Dazir. Time. "She did well to defend herself. But the child is no enemy, no threat. Playing is a way of fun here. Not to hurt. Elsweyr will teach you, Dazir. And she will show her who the enemy is."