Banned
Upon entering the general's quarters, Ceria barely stifled a laugh that such a masculine guy was drinking tea out of something so delicate as tea cups. She had pictured him as more of a flask man, or even a large metal pitcher. Oh well, appearances were most certainly not everything. "But certainly, General, you're used to wearing armor in the sun by this point, hm?" she ventured cautiously, seating herself on the edge of a chair in front of the general's mahogany desk, as close to the door as possible. "Not that I would know of course," she added hastily, glancing down at her own light, supple leather gear that hugged the contours of her body a bit too well. Not that there were many contours there to begin with much to the wood elf's usual displeasure.
With a delicateness that was quite out of character, Ceria reached for a teacup. Sadly, no one had told her how to properly hold one so her grip on the object was rather ham-fisted and was cause for embarrassment if anyone chose to call her on it. For the first few seconds at least, the elf sat obliviously on the edge of the chair, those gray-green eyes admiring the war trophies that adorned the walls. "Anyways," Ceria continued, surprised that the general had gotten so many words out of her. Maybe it was an aftereffect of that damn enchantress's song. She made a mental note to either buy or make earplugs later before she was sung into jumping off a waterfall or something. "Yes, it is unfortunately true that we uhh..." she glanced around at each of her companions in turn, "...disposed of that poor village. I, for one, am not particularly proud of it, but if I ever meet that stupid hag again, she should pay." Her fingers squeezed the empty tea cup, knuckles whitening, face pinched with anger before settling into a more neutral expression.
With a delicateness that was quite out of character, Ceria reached for a teacup. Sadly, no one had told her how to properly hold one so her grip on the object was rather ham-fisted and was cause for embarrassment if anyone chose to call her on it. For the first few seconds at least, the elf sat obliviously on the edge of the chair, those gray-green eyes admiring the war trophies that adorned the walls. "Anyways," Ceria continued, surprised that the general had gotten so many words out of her. Maybe it was an aftereffect of that damn enchantress's song. She made a mental note to either buy or make earplugs later before she was sung into jumping off a waterfall or something. "Yes, it is unfortunately true that we uhh..." she glanced around at each of her companions in turn, "...disposed of that poor village. I, for one, am not particularly proud of it, but if I ever meet that stupid hag again, she should pay." Her fingers squeezed the empty tea cup, knuckles whitening, face pinched with anger before settling into a more neutral expression.