<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/Shalymar/Avatars/Isela_zpseca87bf2.png)</div><hr/><br/>Name:  Isela<br/>Current Form:  Draconic<br/>Players Nearby:  Reo (Next to her) | Everyone else<br/>Location: East Coast, just North of Centosia, up on a cropping overlooking the ocean<br/><hr/><br/><br/>It took a lot to get Isela to lose her temper. She was normally the calm and collected one. When it came to anyone but herself, and apparently Reo. All the heightened emotions she had experienced in a very short amount of time boiled together and set the Cobalt off, and a bolt of Isela is exactly what did just hit his hide. Though she hadn't put enough charge behind the current for it to hurt him, she sure as hell was going to get his attention.<br/><br/><em>Staying... you... keep an eye... Excuse me!?</em>She asked not really waiting for an answer before she continued. Just who did he think he was anyway? She had to put up with it from the likes of her brother, and it didn't go over any better with her when Dak did it, she sure as heck wasn't going to be ordered about by him too.<br/><br/><em>And stop tearing up my grass!</em>She said grasping a claw full of the dirt and grass he had clawed up and threw it at him, hitting him square in the chest. He may have decided that the beach was his territory, but this had been<strong>her</strong>spot. A beautiful piece of the earth that she felt she could retreat to as she had earlier in the day. Before all this, before everything had been ruined. It mattered not that he was often what she thought of when she was here. He didn't know that, but that fact only irritated her more suddenly.<br/><br/>Nor did it matter that he had a point, and it was probably the smartest choice. She wouldn't want anyone else to get hurt by accident. Even she could see for herself that they had things somewhat under control on the beach. But it was his choice of words, as if he had any claim over her that gave him the right to tell her what to do.<br/><br/><em>I will go where I like and when I like, with or without your permission. I don't care if I am attracted to you or not Reo, just what do you think gives <strong>you</strong> the <strong>right</strong> to tell me what to do? Last time I checked there was nothing on me that indicated I was your property giving you that right.</em>She huffed and if she were still in her elven form, she might have put her hands on her hips. Only later would probably kick herself over that admission.