[center][h1][color=f7941d]CADEN SAL - The Saber[/color][/h1][/center]
The 'lady' in question started at the address of another one of the bodyguards, one that wasn't quite as well known around these parts. Unfortunately, she recognized Nendir with ease, if only for the distaste she harbored for him. There was something in the way that he smiled that made her want to retreat back, like she was seared with fire. It was an essence of emotions she could never explain to anyone, yet she knew she wanted positively no part of. He was unavoidable though, a strong presence in Caden's life and one that was inclined to come visit him when her friend joined them in the kitchens. That did not mean she had to like him, or play nice in any way, especially with his comments that fell short of playful and landed instead in the realm of [i]infuriating[/i].

She absolutely recoiled from his attempt to reassure her. Then she whipped back with the spirit of a cobra.

"[color=firebrick]Hold your tongue, whoreson.[/color]" She hissed to him with venom that was unexpected by all. For a breathless second, the steady rhythm of breakfast preparations halted as they studied first Tabeitha and then the man who seemed to have slighted her so. When they found no honest source of ill-will, the flow continued and clatter resumed. The girl was known for her quick-temper after all, and her barbed words. A curse from her was no ecliptic event. "[color=firebrick]I am three years past being considered a child and I shan't require a knave like you to come to my defense! You'd be more useful pissing in a bucket than wasting our time in here![/color]"

With her final words snapped, she turned herself around and quickly departed for the opposite corner of the kitchen. She kept her shoulders tense and her chin high, but was out of sight, hiding behind a large wall of crates and supplies.

Watching her haughty departure, Caden's brow cocked and then his lips were curling up ever so slightly, continuously amused by her spark. Especially when it was aimed at Nendir. A soft snicker quaked his form and he was bringing a hand up to cover his grin, shaking his head. The mirth brought on at his comrade's expense was hard to restrain, yet he had no motive to do so and instead simply laughed.

"[color=f7941d]Honestly, I wish I had that girl's creativity to insult. You would be a humbled man, spending all day with someone with a mouth like that.[/color]" Then, his amusement faded away and instead, he looked rather disapprovingly down at the other man. The bleeding in Caden's hand had stopped and he walked over to snatch the knife from Nendir's grasp, returning it to its proper location on the counter. His tongue clicked as he remembered his comrade's previous words. "[color=f7941d]Fair warning, I'm in no mood for you to be telling me how to handle a blade. Lest it ends up tangent to your own flesh.[/color]"

The threat was a familiar one, Caden more often than not responding with violence to your words. He didn't appreciate your gaiety, especially when he had a bias towards typhoons.

[center][h1][color=ec008c]MAELLA STONE - The Traveler[/color][/h1][/center]
A smile had greeted Rajun as he approached Maella's little spot of heaven, bright and cheery as it always was. Her body straightened as he neared and then stepped into the pool as well. She watched his expression closely and then her smile burst into a even wider grin when he showed his pleasure through a subtle nod. Such a response from her friend expressed miles of emotion and she released a happy cheer at his acknowledgement, her hands thrown into the air and her feet kicking childishly.

"[color=ec008c]See? It is wonderful, is it not? Oh dear bully, we have reached paradise once again! The waters spring forth from the realm of the gods themselves, I swear it![/color]" She laughed in utter delight, her serenity shattered with giddy joy that came from her companion's approval. She might have continued to gush about the divinity of the pool when Rajun reached out to clean away her feet and she released a soft breath of surprise instead.

Then she was sighing and her lips settled back into a more reserved smile. "[color=ec008c]My friend, you are a gift.[/color]" She told him. After a moment of simply enjoying his actions, her gaze caught on to the foliage caught in his mane and she was laughing again. She scooted closer to the edge and reached out with the gentleness of a mother, brushing away the leaves from his hair. Concentration overtook the cheer and she fixed his strands back into place.

"[color=ec008c]We could stay here for a bit, you know. Soak in the wind and the water until my heart grows restless yet again and we depart for our next adventure.[/color]" Her lips curled and she patted his crown. "[color=ec008c]T'would give you time to discover the art of sleeping in the trees.[/color]"

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