Anju
I am a a princess with lips made of glass
Dark eyes flicker up and down Talyson's body with a tiny smirk. "Height does not mean you are not small," she rumble-laughs like a large cat. As introductions are made, Anju nods respectfully towards the beautiful young woman, crossing her arms as they devolve swiftly into work mode - slightly envious of Riya, who streaks off like a comet after Boreal's invitation.
Nevertheless intrigued by the magical weapons, Anju's eyes trail from each one as Talyson introduces them instead of keeping the man's eyes. Jutting her chin at her own bow when he's finished, the Dragoon keeps her own explanation short and simple. "My bow ignites any arrow shot from it. It was inherited." The tiny beetle ring is given the same offhand treatment, arms refusing to uncross from their comfortable if forbidding alignment. "My ring was once capable of nullifying Ascended abilities, though it has little use now." Anju glances over at Flora with one dark brow rising in silent query.
Nevertheless intrigued by the magical weapons, Anju's eyes trail from each one as Talyson introduces them instead of keeping the man's eyes. Jutting her chin at her own bow when he's finished, the Dragoon keeps her own explanation short and simple. "My bow ignites any arrow shot from it. It was inherited." The tiny beetle ring is given the same offhand treatment, arms refusing to uncross from their comfortable if forbidding alignment. "My ring was once capable of nullifying Ascended abilities, though it has little use now." Anju glances over at Flora with one dark brow rising in silent query.
and a voice cut from steel
