Utavel, while Yoshitsugu speaks something to her while they are taking a walk among the castle, moves and speaks in her home-tongue, directing her hands at the collection of crystal behind him... and the collapse to the floor. Such is followed by a raucous laugh, giggling profusely as she kneels down to pick one up and move another as if it were a toy along the floor.
fuck wit me ( not accepting. )
He had been mid-sentence when Utavel decides to interrupt him, suddenly speaking in a language foreign to Yoshitsugu and hands aimed somewhere behind him. His train of thought thoroughly derailed, a wave of shock and PANIC crashes through him ( thinking there had been DANGER of some sort nearby ) — but, it is short lived; as soon as she’s done speaking, the sound of dense crystal hitting the floor echoes through the halls. Several times.
Wholly unamused, he watches as one of the orbs that had fallen rolls right past him. “Yes, yes, very funny.”
His wrists move to recall them back into his control. Except, he finds he can’t. Utavel continues to amuse herself by messing with them. It was almost OFFENSIVE, actually, to see his weapon(s) reduced to little more than a plaything.
“Those are rather valuable, I will have you know.” He sighs. Not that it likely matters any to her. // @conflagrationsstyle
