So briefly after reacquiring the overall thread of what was going on, Anwen quickly found her head spinning again. She gathered well enough that this man somehow knew her history quite well, and that he had some way of looking directly into her mind. That was about as far as she got before he started rattling off a string of words, speaking extraordinarily quickly. Anwen wasn't an absolute idiot; she could hold a conversation alright if...Well, if it was kept to a reasonable pace. Again, not an [i]absolute[/i] idiot, but certainly not particularly smart, even among nymphs.

True to the newly-introduced Alason's observations, it wasn't long before she once again lost the focus of the conversation, and she knew it. Utterly lost, she fought a furious blush of embarrassment, even more so as Alason made the excuse of "flirting" with her. Once again, her fingers began to curl angrily info her apron. Unbeknownst to her, the ivy crawling up the outside of the wall beside them began to writhe closer, finding a window and beginning to strain against it, covering it entirely. Even then, her limited attention was too focused on puzzling out Alason's words to see it. She could hear her blood pumping through her ears, anger clouding her perception, and she reached a hand out towards the man, meaning to turn him around and demand that he  explain, this time in plain English, what he meant.

She was almost touching his shoulder when she heard a slight cracking sound and snapped out of her focus, staring in surprise at the window. The ivy immediately retreated, leaving hairline cracks in the glass. 

She deflated, all the anger rushing out of her. With a sigh of defeat, she went to fetch another cup of coffee.