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With the usual swagger in her stride, Kaalia stepped forward unperturbed and halted behind Isa, who turned and froze, awstruck upon seeing the fearsome veteran so close. 

Indigo has always been praised for her courage and bravery, her alertness and her senses. While her mother was never around much, Indigo was guaranteed to recieve praise if she killed a large prey or found something extraordinarily shiny. And so, when an intimidating brunette Feren approaches the nervous bird Feren in front of her - Isa, if Indigo remembers correctly - she is immediately on high alert. The way she walks holds a confidence that Indigo herself posseses: the confidence of a predator. In the wild, when a Ground Dweller ever came too close to her, she would express herself through a snarl or a roar, through a threatening stiffness that warned the reptilian Feren that she was dangerous. And, for a moment, Indigo was back in the wild. Her mind had turned feral and her shoulders hunched over, her knees bent, and she snarled - loudly.

The frightening sound broke Isa from her trance, and she let out a meek cry. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she was at a loss for words.

At first, Kaalia made no remark about the needless rancor, just blithely blinked at the shorter, smaller, feren accosting her with incessant mewlings. Her expression was slow, deliberate, mocking. She saw no threat and expected the little critter to move aside as most have the sense to do. 

Her open posture told a different story, however. Chords of muscle rolled beneath her skin, twisted with loose tension. Like a firm, immovable wall, she would be the impasse one is tasked to overcome if a fight were to start. Her stance was frought with openings, but her body was wound tight, ready to hammer any annoying fly willing to buzz toward her. Even if she didn't say it, it was obvious she would crush this feren without a second thought, if they came to blows. Kaalia's stature and presence made the hall shrink as she slowly drew in a deep breath, and everything else seemed insignificant.

[color=E3DAC9]"Should I get a muzzle, or will you quiet down by yourself?"[/color] She scowled at the uncouth youngster before her.

For a moment, Indigo forgot that words existed. Her mind had turned animalistic and when those words were said, her mind reared at the foreign-ness. Words were occasionally used on Tengu Island, but inconsistently, every few weeks at best, and it was like a rubber band snapped inside of her brain. Indigo's body straightened, though she remained tense and uneasy, her shoulders cocked with muscles beneath the surface. While no longer snarling, her teeth were bared and her tail lashed side to side irately. She did not take kindly to such mockery.

[color=#7ea7d8]"I'm not a common [i]pet[/i], beast!"[/color] She spat.

The callow youth's words were met with only a hard stare, Kaalia's cold ruthlessnes behind it. For a moment, the power of her spirits welled inside, and she urged an oppressive thought into Indigo's mind: "Calm". It was not a request or a soothing suggestion, but a heavy, impending command. Leveraging the power of her Font, a faint glint of white streaked through Kaalia's eyes as she willed herself to be understood.  The instrinic meaning flooded Indigo's conscious mind.

A wash of serenity fell over Indigo and her muscles relaxed. While her senses screamed danger, her mind realized that there was no danger to fear. Nevertheless, Indigo didn't quite like this woman - not one bit. As if she could close herself off, Indigo crossed her arms and leant on the back of her heels, glancing at the silent Isa.

[color=#7ea7d8]"Shall we go to that meeting of yours, Eagle?"[/color] She murmured, glancing at the woman from her periphery.

[color=#E3DAC9]"Yes, Shall we go, Isa?"[/color] Kaalia ignored the islander runt obstructing her path, and with a soft, comforting gesture, ginerly locked arms with Isa, and ushered the little avian along with her. [color=E3DAC9]"The meeting room is this way. You shouldn't make a habit of being late."[/color]
 
Between Isa's confused ramblings, Indigo's low growling, and Kaalia's deliberate silence, the short journey to the meeting room was an awkward and uncomfortable one.
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