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She's unnerved him. She can smell it, sense it and Ana momentarily takes some pleasure in it before her underlying nature kicks in and she feels guilty. Her mind chides her, wanting to know how she'd feel if he had that kind of advantage over her and the Princess growls inwardly, hating her conscience at that moment because she knows it's right. She absentmindedly declined Oran's offer to carry her package, not really noticing that he had started to speak again and then not finish, her thoughts elsewhere. Mostly on how to handle this sudden dilemma of reluctant fairness....
When they arrive at the sparring grounds, she comes out of her musings and smiles. She started to unwrap the cloth around the item she held, but stopped when Oran's amber eyes met her gold-hazel ones. Once again - and she didn't know why - she found herself caught in his stare, unable to look away as the fire in his gaze flickered and called to her. She could not understand what it said, what song is sang, but she could feel it and it was with effort that Ana finally broke away, wondering if her face was as red as it felt. Taking a breath, she focuses on what her husband has said and not on the strange sensation still vibrating through her spirit.
"I don't come to these places to watch." she informs him, once again unwrapping the item in the cloth and letting it unravel. It's a tail-sheath, hundreds of gold armor plating that clink and glint in the sun as she starts strapping it on to her red appendage. It covers the entire tail and when she moves it, the armor ripples with ease. Ana grins at Oran then, her eyes laughing as she commands Shadow to stay and then starts to walk toward those fighting, seeing some of her own WingWarriors among them, off in their own group. She stops suddenly, something occurring to her and looks back at her husband, expression hard to decipher, but her eyes slightly guarded even as her voice is hesitant, unsure if what she is about to say will be taken well or not.
"I can smell your emotions, but that doesn't mean I know your thoughts. Emotions are...wild things. They don't always tell the truth and they can be fleeting." She made to turn back, to start walking again and her voice floated over her shoulder. "And I stare at you, Oran, because for some strange reason I cannot fathom, I like your eyes."
Let him chew on that.
When they arrive at the sparring grounds, she comes out of her musings and smiles. She started to unwrap the cloth around the item she held, but stopped when Oran's amber eyes met her gold-hazel ones. Once again - and she didn't know why - she found herself caught in his stare, unable to look away as the fire in his gaze flickered and called to her. She could not understand what it said, what song is sang, but she could feel it and it was with effort that Ana finally broke away, wondering if her face was as red as it felt. Taking a breath, she focuses on what her husband has said and not on the strange sensation still vibrating through her spirit.
"I don't come to these places to watch." she informs him, once again unwrapping the item in the cloth and letting it unravel. It's a tail-sheath, hundreds of gold armor plating that clink and glint in the sun as she starts strapping it on to her red appendage. It covers the entire tail and when she moves it, the armor ripples with ease. Ana grins at Oran then, her eyes laughing as she commands Shadow to stay and then starts to walk toward those fighting, seeing some of her own WingWarriors among them, off in their own group. She stops suddenly, something occurring to her and looks back at her husband, expression hard to decipher, but her eyes slightly guarded even as her voice is hesitant, unsure if what she is about to say will be taken well or not.
"I can smell your emotions, but that doesn't mean I know your thoughts. Emotions are...wild things. They don't always tell the truth and they can be fleeting." She made to turn back, to start walking again and her voice floated over her shoulder. "And I stare at you, Oran, because for some strange reason I cannot fathom, I like your eyes."
Let him chew on that.