Naya huffed while she shuffled through her bag, attempting to rearrange it in a way that would stop all that infernal clattering.

[i]Clink clank. Clink clank.[/i]

The witch growled this time, her movements becoming more vicious as she continued to try and pad the potion bottles in an attempt to muffle the noise.

[i]Clink clank. Clink clank.[/i]

“[Color=lightblue]Son of a mangy, flea bitten, no good, gods damned werewolf,[/color]” Naya grumbled under her breath as she yanked one of the bottles out of the satchel all together. The noise finally stopped, but now her hands were full. Her green eyed moved to study the faerie and how her gait became unsteady anytime she put much weight on her leg. “[Color=lightblue]Aurora,[/color]” Naya started, picking up her pace to catch up with her two companions, “[Color=lightblue]Do you need--,[/color]” 

[color=A9A9A9]"...--hy? Did you miss me?"[/color] Uriel asked Aurora, his voice colored with mirth.

[Color=pink]"Yes, I did,"[/color] the faerie answered, moving closer until her shoulders were almost brushing against the demon general's. [Color=pink]"Why don't we get... [I]reacquainted[/I] with each other?"[/color]

Naya went red in her cheeks, coughing and slowing down again to give the two their space. She’d always had a soft spot for a good love story and the last thing she wanted to do was interrupt the start of one. After all, her own prospects on paramours was nonexistent, so she had to live vicariously through someone. She stuffed the potion back into her bag quickly and tried to stay as quiet as possible.

[i]Clink clank. Clink clank.[/i]

“[Color=lightblue]Son of a whore,[/color]” Naya sighed as she rubbed at her temples and prayed for patience. 

[@RiverMaiden][@Polaris North]