Korim considered the slurred words for a moment. It’s not like she’ll remember I forced her to sleep in the morning. She won’t remember anything.
Hana’s eyes lit up with delight, her jaw dropping in awe at the tiny flickering flame that came to life on Aella’s palm. It held a gentle warm glow that was tolerable enough for her eyes unlike the brilliant blaze from earlier. She nodded agreeingly to the word ‘pretty’ and repeated it herself in a whisper as she stared directly at the flame before her gaze slipped towards Aella’s face “Pretty.” That’s when she noticed some boy trudge past them with a young girl slung over his shoulder. Her calm, amazed expression turned into one that was more horrified, and began eagerly pointing at what she had just seen. She began sputtering, trying to find the words to warn Aella, “H-HitoKkōYyyū.. KIDNAPPER!” she cried out, literally jumping to her feet but unable to keep herself upright as she wobbled and swayed. Ultimately she just made herself nauseous from her quick movements and just leaned up against the wall for support. “The-the little girl” she whimpered, making careful steps in the direction of the room Korim took Nat.
(I should have thought about the repercussions...)
(r.i.p. Korim)
Delighted that she'd gotten assent so easily, Nat flung herself back into Korim's arms, and, just in case he decided to renew on returning her to her rightful territory, rapidly secured a desperate hold around his neck that would definitely be a choke if it were anyone else.
Korim panicked as the girl threw her arms around her neck. Carrying someone in not marriage-carrying-or-whatever-has-become-so-popular-in-Borealis fashion? Now in his mind, that was one thing. The only alternative was dragging. She had to be separated from her supply of ale.
And that’s when both of LittleBrownie’s characters had been thrown to the ground by both of CC’s. Take’s eyes widened in the split second that it took for the wolf to force him to the ground. He stared right up at the wolf that hovered over him but did nothing else. “Blair I know you’re in there, you can control this, you’ve done it before!” he said, raising his voice and throwing his hands into the wolf’s fur, “I believe in you damnit!”
After tripping and fumbling to the floor numerous times, the drunken Hana finally made it to the room and set her eyes upon the intense scene. The little messy haired girl was apparently fighting back and choking out the muscled boy. “LET HER GO!” she screamed, hanging onto the door frame as she vigorously searched for a weapon since her katana was no longer on her back—probably taking its well deserved break at the bar. Making a quick decision, she yanked off her boot and threw it at the back of Korim’s head, hoping it would knock out the kidnapper.
Aella grinned, watching the facisnation on Hana's face. There were always strange reactions to her power, but most certainly did not think 'pretty' was an acceptable term. Most were terrified, and she figured rightfully so.
While Korim was struggling to disentangle Nat, whining “I’m not Blue, I’m Korim...“ because her intense emotions surely had some contagion, he heard the screams of a drunken woman at the door.
