[center][h1][b][color=c4df9b]Tayla[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

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Tayla eyed Jen, frowning at his feinted ignorance. She wasn't sure what to make of that one either.

[b][color=c4df9b]"This world's more colorful language, huh?"[/color][/b] Talya said, looking back to Lynx. She gave a subtle, yet mischievous, smile at the cat's words. [b][color=c4df9b]"Try asking a nice young lady if the carpet matches the drapes. Plenty colorful; even color related... And,-"[/color][/b] Tayla flashed the familiar an innocent smile, [b][color=c4df9b]"-its sure to get you a... 'friendly' pat on the cheek."[/color][/b]

Tayla spared a glance for Karina. Was Little Miss Princess's silvery hair natural? It was always a question she wondered.

[i][b][color=c4df9b]Nah, couldn't be.[/color][/b][/i] Tayla thought.

[color=yellow]"Thanks? Is that everything"[/color]

She spared Týfurkh a side long glance. 

[b][color=c4df9b]"That right there is also colorful language, but of a different sort. It's the tone that matters here."[/color][/b] She said to Lynx. 

[color=yellow]"How about apologizing for treating me like scum? How about..."[/color] 

Tayla frowned as she listened to Týfurkh's frustrations. She felt annoyance build up at the man's nerve to confront her. The need to defend herself. The urge to stick it to the overgrown man further.

[b][color=c4df9b]"I..."[/color][/b] Tayla paused. A quip tied up in the back of her throat. 

Memories of Smit's pointless death crossing her mind. She didn't empathize with the man's words but... her pride... It got someone killed before... perhaps there was need to relent... even if just a little.

Tayla sighed and looked away from Týfurkh. 

[b][color=c4df9b]"Thanks"[/color][/b] She said at length with a sincerity that surprised even her. [b][color=c4df9b]"Thanks... for being the first to help."[/color][/b]

She looked back to the man and met his gaze. [b][color=c4df9b]"Next time, though... ask."[/color][/b]

Memories of her father bubbled to her mind. The cold rage lighting his eyes after a late night. The pain that followed. The humiliation...

[b][color=c4df9b]"I do not like being touched unexpectedly."[/color][/b]

She met his gaze for a painfully long time before finally looking away. It was the closest she could manage to an apology. Particularly to someone who tore her feet apart the last time they crossed blades. That memory was painfully still fresh in her mind.

[b][color=c4df9b]"Also, for the record, this-"[/color][/b] Tayla pointed back and forth between herself and Týfurkh repeatedly. [b][color=c4df9b]"-not going anywhere. Last time I didn't make that clear, it got someone... a friend... killed."[/color][/b]

Tayla frowned. Saddened by the thought of Smit.