lips curl into a slight scowl as the other speaks, clawed hand waving away the little creatures that seemed to swarm to her as if she were the flame they treasured. The downside to those glowing eyes of hers is that they draw the most unwanted attention. Steorra flicks her tail against the other’s armor, trudging closer towards shadows in which she usually hid herself.
“ I ain’t afraid of ‘em, no. They’re just—bothersome. “ Arms cross and her nose wrinkles, growling at another that strayed too close to her eyes. Unfortunately, there are many now resting in her hair—and she’s too done to even bother shooing them away. “ —-ugh. “