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[colour=AF7817][b]”Oh I am so [I]terribly[/I] sorry Your Grace!”[/b][/colour] Iroryn replied to Olivia with a mischievous gleam in her golden eyes. [colour=AF7817][b]”It won’t happen again, Your Grace.”[/b][/colour] She added, going into an overly dramatic bow for good measure. Her good mood frosted over the moment she heard Stephan call her a ‘knife ear’ however.

Standing from her bow, she gave Olivia a more polite, but short, nod as she watched as there was a minor ‘altercation’ between Stephen and Alm. Words were exchanged and tensions edged up for a moment before Stephan backed down and Alm turned his attention to young Kaeciel. Once Stephan had returned to his hammock, she headed towards him.

[colour=AF7817][b][i]Shoulders loose, eyes up.[/I][/b][/colour] She heard her father’s voice in the back of her mind. [colour=AF7817][b][i]When in doubt assume they’re hostile and think accordingly.[/I][/b][/colour] She still held her blade, but that might be taken as a greater provocation than she wanted right now, so she let it drop; the blade tip sinking in just deep enough to keep the sword upright.

[colour=AF7817][b]”Stephan!”[/b][/colour] She called out with a smile that never reached her eyes. She looked totally relaxed as she got close, like nothing had gone one. [colour=AF7817][b]”Just a moment.”[/b][/colour] She was beside his hammock and lent over, dropping her voice to keep her words between them. [colour=AF7817][b]”Call me a fucking ‘knife-ear’ again and you’ll shit out your own teeth.”[/b][/colour] There was no anger in her voice, just a flat matter-of-fact delivery. With that, she smile once more before moving off to reclaim her sword, and retiring to where she’d shed her gear.