[ Oh, good question. It's not one she could ask, because chromatics and metallics just don't share things like that. So she cocks an eye back to watch Aurican... not answer, or even change right away.
Well that's a little bewildering. Shouldn't he have taken the chance to brag? She would have. Or if not that, at least tell them what he has that could be helpful to this. She snorts derisively, lowering her head again. And just low enough to be sure her (somewhat smug) voice keeps to James: ] Apparently not.
[ But one more glance tells her Aurican is finally following, and from overhead—which she does not like. The discomfort reflects in constant glances up to keep an eye on him and a low, unhappy growl from somewhere deep in her chest. ]
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Well that's a little bewildering. Shouldn't he have taken the chance to brag? She would have. Or if not that, at least tell them what he has that could be helpful to this. She snorts derisively, lowering her head again. And just low enough to be sure her (somewhat smug) voice keeps to James: ] Apparently not.
[ But one more glance tells her Aurican is finally following, and from overhead—which she does not like. The discomfort reflects in constant glances up to keep an eye on him and a low, unhappy growl from somewhere deep in her chest. ]