Irenya seemed surprised to suddenly have this kind of attention on her, especially from her own pack. For a moment, she gave a brief, perhaps unintentionally nervous look to the others before her disposition shifted entirely. She seemed angered, with considerably more resolve than her initial reaction suggested. “I…resent these accusations. I have been nothing but professional.”

Ahnasha was still far from backing down. It was true that Irenya had done nothing overtly hateful, and her actions were not entirely consistent. She seemed to have some problem with Ahnasha and Fendros, but treated Tzirret just the same as the others. She was distant from Meesei, but seemed to have no issue with Kaleeth. Regardless, Ahnasha was convinced that she had some kind of hatred for her. “Yeah, professional. You’ve been avoiding us instead of insulting us, is that it? How much you restrain yourself doesn’t change the fact that you hate us for no good reason. I’m not going to sit here and accept bigotry just because you are able to [i]act[/i] civilized.”

Irenya leaned forward onto the table, glaring at both Ahnasha and Fendros with a furrowed brow. “Now listen here, cat, you know nothing about me! [i]I[/i] am not going to sit here and have my integrity questioned by you…of all people.” She retorted in anger. The tension in the argument had certainly escalated, though admittedly, it was Ahnasha doing most of the escalating. 

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Peiter seemed uncertain as he answered, with his gaze shifting briefly to the fire breather while he thought. “I’m still not sure I would be any good at it. I’ve never even attempted it before, but…I can try. You do have a really great teacher, so I’m sure you know what you’re doing. It would be…amazing to be able to use that kind of power. Yes, as long as I don’t accidentally burn down a forest or something, I think it sounds fun.”

There were a few seconds that passed while another thought came to Peiter’s mind. “Say, have you ever been interested in learning a bit of swordsmanship?”