"War"? [ Aerith tilts her head, parroting the word back at him with a thoughtful tone. The youkai, shaking, holds the staff out, defeated. He's far too timid to argue the point, especially not with people associated with any of the clans, here. Besides, he knows that tone of voice. If it isn't an older brother, it's a father, and you don't cross either of those. Obtained: A staff sporting a deadly blade. Handle with care.
Her expression twists for a moment, and she looks to Artemy with one brow quirked high in suspicion. ]
He won't have to do more than play at war. [ It's both unsure and hopeful at once, so Aerith looks to him, a glint in her green gaze. She's searching for any sort of agreement from Artemy. ] So, no worries.
no subject
Her expression twists for a moment, and she looks to Artemy with one brow quirked high in suspicion. ]
He won't have to do more than play at war. [ It's both unsure and hopeful at once, so Aerith looks to him, a glint in her green gaze. She's searching for any sort of agreement from Artemy. ] So, no worries.