The ordeal in the meeting chambres had been just like her hair: tidy, straight-forward, well-done and pleasant... yet with loose ends that always seemed to bother her. An upward jet of air she blew to remove the annoying lock of dark crimson from tickling her eyelash. Normally, her hair would have been locked up tight in perfectly combed braids, their lengths trickling down her armoured back... complete with signature white, blue-tipped flowers interwoven near the ends and tying up said ends.
The tall and armour-clad mystic-blade had said her piece and been excused. And of course the council was asking for the backing of her sister mystic-blades: The Wardens of Fierce Mercy. And of course she stated that they would have the backing of her circle. They bore the DragonStar upon their every item, whether forged, weaved or painted, the symbol always held true for the Wardens. But their line of questioning, interrogation really, grated at her nerves, tensing her strong musculature along her womanly physique. For this time, they did not ask of Aemelie, Nadine and Evelyn, the elders and spiritual leaders of the Wardens. No, they only asked of Sharienne's answers and approval alone.
Grey eyes brooded with storms before her long lashed lids captured them, a furrow of mahogany eyebrows holding them closed. Full, pouty lips pouted even further into a frown as she took a deep breath. A gloved hand slowly wiped from one cheek, across her proud nose, and over to the other cheek as if trying to wipe away the light smattering of freckles upon her ivory skin. But no, this was Shar's mannerism when she felt like something was going on, something more than meets the eye. Something going on behind closed doors.
Grey eyes snapped open as the door to the chambres opened. Her pupils dilated as she caught the sight of a woman, as tall as Shar exiting then closing the chambre door with a polite dull thud. It was Caitriona Laoch, the 'leader' of the Extraho Veho, the Dragon Riders.
Her flowing brown hair was showered with coppery highlights, shining like the metallic sheen off a dragon's scales, framing her pale scarred face. One might say that her visage was marred with such an unsightly travesty to beauty. But the corners of Sharienne's mouth upturned a bit, a light flash of white, peeking between lush pink lips hinting her thoughts on the matter.
Shar might say that Cait's scar was more like a flaw within a gem, a precious stone enduring rough handling. And to her, really the scar was a message more than a flaw really: Without the flaw upon this gem's face, then any man should seek to claim and own her, like a gem ready to be set and sealed into a ring. With the flaw upon this gem's face, then any man who would seek to claim and own her should be ready to wear a collar around its neck; beware the sharp shards from a flawed gem.
Suddenly she made an inward hiss and withheld a groan of displeasure as the small blue, insect-winged thing landed upon her shoulder and inserted the stinger at the tip of its tail into the vertebrae of her neck. 'Hello, big sister...' said a bubbly giggly voice in her head, 'perhaps my big sister here should really close her gaping mouth and shed the gawking look upon her face? Perhaps?'
Shar closed her mouth and turned her head, grey eyes narrowing as hers met the cartoonishly large grey eyes of Ahmbrisahn as the Vorel Tilsin in her 'Dragonette' form sat upon her pauldron. But the playful giggle in her head and the cuteness of the little thing, claws interlocked and tucked underneath her tufted blue chin, smirking like a devil, melted any aggressive tone she would have held for her sister Dragon. And who knew that such a magnificent magical creature could ever be such a silly, cheeky little goofy thing? Such a darling pair they made.
'Hello, yourself Ahmi. And I am not the 'big sister' here. You are, silly.' was her thoughts sent back to the little dragon via the tail to spine link.
'Shar-Sharry-Star, when I am full sized and you are on my back, you thrust that silly metal thing--'
'That 'silly metal thing' is named Helanna. And those kinds of 'silly metal things' mean a lot to me and my Warden sisters. That 'silly metal thing' connects me to magicks and to you and your magicks as well, Ahmbrisahn--'
'Fine, fine. Catty,catty much-miuch, Sharry, sharry? Anyways. So you thrust your Helanna blade into my spine and call me big sister when you ride me... so now, my turn. Ahmbrisahn is riding Sharienne now, jabbing her Helanna tail into your spine... so there, I get to call you: 'big sister' since you are larger than me... for the time being...'
'Ahmi... I love you with all my heart, I do, darling, however, please do tell me what is the point of this conversation? Please do tell.'
'Oh, Sharry-Star, I love you with all that I am too, however... ummmm... perhaps there is no point to this conversation... but of note, your 'sharded gem' is getting away, darling.'
'I beg my Dragon's pardon? Are you digging into my thoughts?'
'Beg then for Human's sakes. No, I am not digging. And stop checking out how her rump moves in time with her hips, Sharry-Star... you rump-looker...'
'Oh for the DragonStar, Ahmi! Honestly now! I am only gauging her armour and getting a feel for its make and quality, darling!'
'Oh for the Sharry-Star, Sharry-Star! Honestly, you humans... if you really want to get a feel for it then go on, darling... go on and get a 'feel' for 'it...' A wink and a sly grin.
'Ahmi! Honestly, that is not what I—' An appalled look and heated, pinked cheeks.
Then why does my darling blush...?' A sly raise of an eyebrow.
'Oh I assure you, I am not--' A further pinking spreading heat throughout the rest of her face.
'Too late, Shar-Sharry-Star, she's turning around!'
Behind pursed lips, the red-faced mystic-blade grit her teeth as she quickly smoothed out the rest of her appearance. Then a gloved hand held the pommel of her conduit blade, Helanna, as her other hand grasped at the talisman of the DragonStar at her breastplate, proud helm tucked in the crook of her arm. Ahmbrisahn straightened out her blue frame, and sat in a more respectable pose upon Shar's shoulder. A quick demure bow of their heads, both holding their respective pairs of grey eyes closed, they greeted the Grande Rider of Zeus.
"Hail to you, Rider Laoch," she said with much pleasantry and respect in her soft, husky tone of voice. Then after a pause lasting a heartbeat, she raised her chin and her gosling grey eyes met the lush green pair of Caitriona's. The sound of of footfalls were swallowed up by the hubbub of this floor as she made her way over to the woman with coppery highlighted hair. The brightness of her heated cheeks faded, if only slightly as Ahmi said nothing in her head, only the hum of encouragement and warmth to her sister Human. "How fare the talks in chambres? Any movements at all, or, if I may ask so boldly, does my Grande Rider seek to make other arrangements to move talks along?"