The Blade almost hated to interrupt the thoughts of the other woman, so caught up in her own world. She related to the sensation, to the feel of being so enraptured by a thought or a story that could be shattered so easily by a simple interruption - Amaris often found herself in such a state, though not usually in the middle of a thoroughfare foot-highway.
"Just passing through," the Blade answered, her expression softening as she noted the glances to the dragon, who happily executed unnecessarily complicated aerial manoeuvres upon being observed by the other woman.
Honey-warm eyes looked over the notebook pressed to the woman's chest, and the smudges of charcoal on her fingers with curiosity. "Sorry for interrupting you. Do you draw?"
"Just passing through," the Blade answered, her expression softening as she noted the glances to the dragon, who happily executed unnecessarily complicated aerial manoeuvres upon being observed by the other woman.
Honey-warm eyes looked over the notebook pressed to the woman's chest, and the smudges of charcoal on her fingers with curiosity. "Sorry for interrupting you. Do you draw?"
