When Ateznus revealed his scar, she cringed a bit. She always hates it when he does that. "Are you sure?" Catiel asked as she got off her snake, petting it on the head as she thanked it. "I mean, arrows are not exactly known for safe for a sparring session." Although that's partially an excuse. Since not only does it rarely end well when they spar, but she really does not like hearing this story. But even if it was just an excuse, the fact of the matter is that her weapon of choice, the bow and arrow, is something that [I]will[/I] injure him it she manages to hit him.
Her snake watched lazily from outside of the area, flicking its tongue out every once in a while to check for the scents in the air. Sensing no threats nearby, it curled itself up to take a short nap. She happened to notice this, and smiled fondly at her snake. While it's true that it was a rather lazy snake, she really did like it. It was really friendly, and when it had to act, it did a good job. She remembered when she got it, every day she'd spend hours recounting her day and it patiently listened. Basically, it was both a close companion and a scaly diary to her, with extra emphasis on the former.