Mawiyah spotted Agarwen from quite a distance over the shoulder of the merchant she was buying from, her coal black eyes meeting his from between the crimson silk of her head wrapping; and quickly darting back to the spices she was handed nodding to the male as he did so. Tucking the spices into her belt watching from the corner of her eyes as the bow wielding man passed, her left palm resting gently on the hilt of her scimitar its supple leather smooth against her swarthy skin; with no upset caused Mawiyah began to walk back towards her shelter. Avoiding contact with most people as she steadily walked, her worn leather boots leaving shallow prints in the muddied road; the rain slacking off but still falling regardless her mind set on simply reaching her makeshift home in the treeline to spice her rabbit. As she passed Edoras she noticed him spit in-front of her path hitting the toe of her boot, her head turning a bit with her left hand still balanced carefully on the pommel of her curved blade, eyes cutting through the rain and shadow into the male; though she knew she ought to have said nothing and kept on her way not wanting any confrontation. She still opened her mouth stopping in her tracks and turning on her heels in a practiced and precise manner, looking down at the seated Gondorian she began to speak careful to keep from causing a scene by raising her voice though she needed to be heard tired of being treated in such a manner.

"Can i assume that was a mistake? Or is that how Gondorian men court their women? I haven't been around long enough to know."

Her tone carried a sarcastic tone, obviously knowing he was being rude due to her nationality; a mischievous grin spreading beneath the thin crimson veil guarding her from the cold, rain and the harsh stares. Her heart beating just a bit faster as she hadn't had much interaction since leaving the Harad, any kept her on edge and calling the man out was a risk she did consider, her hand still resting on the steel pommel of her scimitar.

[@Andreyich]