Tea listened to the strange tale of Tia's tattoos, and hesitated.  Had the druid seen past the illusion?  Did she see Tea's eyes as they truly were, and not as the simple, plain eyes she was meant to see?  The implication was both frightening and exhilarating.<br/><br/>But the nagging doubt at the back of her mind claimed it was not possible that the lovely creature had pierced the illusion, no matter how simple it was.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked over to the warrior as Tia teased Azdela gently.  The nature of the teasing was a little odd - considering the culture the berserker came from, it might even be considered an offer of sorts.  Tea accepted the cleansing with water and rubbed a bit of the water on her lips in an obscure gesture of some sort.  As they walked, Tea found her eyes wandering again, damnably.<br/><br/>Being proven right about the young half-elf's desire to keep them as companions for a little longer did not make things any easier.  Tea had never really been one to be admired, only respected and largely feared.  She was too well known in the towns she traveled in to be someone to desire in any way on one's doorstep.  "I am an employee of the Golden Goblin.  I manage their....personnel and ensure that other people do not try to take advantage of my patron's largess."  She was, essentially, the manager and the master's enforcer, making sure that his loans were paid back in a timely manner, lest she ensure the loans interest be taken out in karmic debt and curses.<br/><br/>She looked into the half-elven eyes, beautiful eyes of aquamarine, the terrifying thought that the druid could see her true eyes nagged at her, and that instant of doubt, and the eyes on hers, broke the tiny illusion wide open.  Her eyes seemed to split, dissolve, reform; not one iris of soft, icy blue surrounding a dark pupil but no less than five, of different sizes.  And that was in one eye - the other had four.  Each pupil was surrounded by it's own iris, though they blended into one another, as though they were ink spattered across white paper.  Tea tensed, feeling the illusion dissipate, and held her breath.<br/><br/>she was pragmatic enough to kill if she had to, but the young druid was powerful, and canny, and these were her places.   Tea did like her, admired her; even, perhaps desired her.  but if the druid tried to kill her, she would show no mercy.  Teahuaxau may have hated the blood that made her what she was, but life was hers and she would not give it up without a fight, ever.  "You see my eyes for what they truley are, do you not?" she asked quietly, to break the silence.  Her voice shook a little.  This was a dangerous thing, but she owed the druid her life, and would not break that debt by trying to take it.  Despite her blood, she was not a betrayer.