In the middle of a forest, on the way towards the Ironclad Order's remote training camp, Qatrand er Yecine's steps crunched down on leaves that had fallen on the path. Her senses were alert for any signs of danger that she had already been warned about before she left for the job. But it was hard to focus.
Beside her, a liaison from the Coiled Serpent Guild chatted incessantly away. The woman's voice carried easily in the quiet woods. It brought a little turmoil into the heart of the swordswoman - but she had been told specifically to be accommodating… and had already brought up being quieter three times.
"You know, I've always admired your Guild's dedication to physical cultivation and martial pursuits. It… shows."
A hand brushed the raven haired Yecine's arm and lingered too long. Qat stiffened as a memory flashed through her mind of Elua's teasing touches and… the bite.
'Is she... no, surely not. Some people are just tactile when they speak.'
