The half elf, having removed her gaze from the boys, didn't seem to care at all while the others watched her with suspicion. One, the boy of the smith she believed, moved toward her, though she made no move to ready herself for an attack. He paced around her, speaking in his native human tongue. To be fair, the half elf inwardly wished he'd just shut up, though saying something out loud would more than likely get her hurt once again. With the boy behind her she looked over her shoulder, eyes narrowed and cold, changed entirely from what they had been before.
"I'm going to kill the man who threatened my mother."Her gaze lingered with his, dauntless and frozen, like an emerald long adorning a family blade. Fire red hair swung around her shoulders as she took a half step forward, swinging around on the ball of her left foot, artfully coming to a stop before him. The human boy was taller than her, built thick and corded where she was lithe and agile. He would make a good warrior, if given the time and proper training.
"Have you ever swung that sword before? Does it balance correctly in your hand?" She cast a glance to the blade at his hip, not moving away from the man.
Zyloria stood at such a distance from him that her chest brushed against his ribs, emerald eyes catching his, watching every twitch of her mouth and flick of his eyes as she spoke to him.
"Kain was a soldier. He fought for the Empire, then he fought with the elves. He can teach you to be strong, bring you to come of the greatest smithy's in the world." Her own lip twitched, nearly giving away her own excitement and curiosity to finally be leaving this small town. She had been waiting her entire life to leave here, to travel again and find her home. Where she belonged. Be it with the Resistance, in Du Weldenvarden, or a place among the Empire. She knew it wasn't here she was meant to be, and she had a feeling that these boys would be the gateway.
"But threaten me again and they'll never help you."