<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/Leone2_zpsx1ooacdj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zephyria<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire pit - Old Bastion Keep<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tallah, Senedra, Open<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong><hr/>At the nudge that occurred, Zeph tilted her head back enough to flash a grin at her fellow warrior, appreciating both her spirit and the allowed usage of her shoulder. However, before she could utter any further commentary, be it agreement or otherwise, another in their proximity who had listened in took the chance to voice<em>her</em>opinions and it became obvious rather quickly that Zeph's questing spirit was not shared by all.<br/><br/><em>"No guts, no glory, eh?..."</em><br/><br/>Eyes of orangey gold rolled to the female as she stood seemingly with the intent to put Zeph on the spot. Yet, as uncomfortable as that should have been, the deceptively tame warrior felt nothing but an open sort of curiosity as she gave her the once, twice, and thrice over. Somehow she got the impression that enduring these sorts of long winded condemnations had become something of a skill for her, though she hadn't a clue as to the reason behind this notion. Instead she had only a vague sort of surety that this was not the first time such had occurred--ridiculous really--and that this was hardly to be the last time another felt compelled to lecture her. Still, whatever her true feelings on the matter, the female's words were heard... albeit though a filter that was uniquely Zeph. As such, the result was not embarrassment or an attempt to rebut any of the assumptions made about her character as the wizard looked directly at her, but rather general humor and interest as she returned that gaze.<br/><br/>As the female seemingly made her point and opted to resume her meal, Zeph sat up. A touch was given to Tallah's arm in acknowledgement of her kindness but still her attention remained on the one who would so boldly swat the nose of a not so little kitten for simply following its instincts.<br/><br/>"So concerned over my well-being! I'm... touched. Truly." She all but purred to the female with a flourished half bow from her seated position. "If I didn't know any better," but of course she did, "I'd think you wanted to personally guard my body, beautiful. I certainly wouldn't mind guarding yours. You know, you wash my back, I'll wash yours..." She offered with a wicked curl of her lips and a quirking of her brow, deliberately confusing things.<br/><br/>"I admit I usually prefer those of a more... adventurous spirit but, for you I would make an exception. If only to properly show you just what it is<em>I</em>am capable of." And now there was a hint of steel to be glimpsed beneath her otherwise teasing expression as if she in actuality hadn't taken well to being so easily dismissed or underestimated, but only just. The wizard could make of it what she would. "Of course, as noted before, if I am too much much for you surely there might be some others willing to take on an eager spirit?" She raised her voice a touch at the last, turning it into a general inquiry for those near enough to hear her. Of course, if her offer was not taken up then Zeph would have no problem setting off alone. Now roused, there was nothing that would hold her back from venturing forth to see and do what there was to see and do.