Even though the man said he wasn't chasing anyone, Ciara didn't believe him, she couldn't tell why though. Maybe it was because this was fairly close to where the two of them had fought yesterday. Either way his bored words didn't stop her, still she walked towards him, demanding he remove whatever curse he had put on her. The marks on his skin weren't noticeable at first to her, and when she noticed the black eye and cuts over face Ciara subconsciously dropped from her aggressive stance in front him.  

She truly wanted to believe that whatever beating he had endured wasn't caused by her, or the fact she won their fight. Though her gut told her it was her fault. [color=0072bc]"Sure...because your kind aren't the ones that put curses and omens on others, when you lose."[/color] Ciara said rolling her eyes, though her voice sounded almost more hopeful than cocky. Because he had to be the one that cursed her, she needed him to be so he could take it away. 

Still he said that he hadn’t put the curse on her, when he started push off of the wall, she was able to see the bruises and cuts on his hands. Frowning at him as she watched him walk away from her for a minute, Ciara sighed as started to walk away herself towards the coffee shop she had been going to. If he didn’t cause it then maybe someone else had and she could find something about the curse in one of the spell books. The two of them hadn’t walked very far from before the warlock groaned and muttered something under his breathe making Ciara look over her shoulder at him right before he turned showing her his arm. Her eyes get a little wide as she looked at the yang sign on his arm, the design of the outer edge looked almost the same. Turning she moved back towards him nodding a little. 

[color=0072bc]"Almost, though it’s on the other arm and mine is yin.”[/color] She answered softly as she reached down she pulled up the sleeve of her shirt showing him the black yin symbol on her arm, winching a little as she did so. The burning feeling hadn’t just been on the inside as she lifted her sleeve the skin around her mark looked as it had been sun burnt though it had been covered. Stopping in front of him, Ciara hesitated slightly before reaching out and touching his arm, her touch was soft as she slowly rubbing her finger tips down his arm. Starting from his elbow, down over the symbol, and coming to an end at the the middle of his forearm, she felt the shocking feeling coming from his skin accept for where the mark was.