Her energy pulsed through the room and the translations of such power were displayed in the slight rattling of the sliding glass doors behind her that led out to the rooms' balcony. Inhaling slowly to reign in her emotions Lynia stared pointedly at a stain in the carpet before pinning her friend with a glare. The hazel held the beginnings of emerald, a sure indication that Nicholas' normal complacency was tipping toward aggression... which she could care less about. If the male wanted to get his thong in a knot it wasn't her problem.<br/><br/>"A gypsy off the streets in South Carolina slapped me with it. I recognized her as a follower of the Fae but she herself didn't have the appearance belonging to either house." Brushing more of the tangled mess of hair out of her face Lynia took a healthy sip of her beverage before beginning to pace in the tight confinements of the apartment. She wanted to be out in the open where she could melt the energy away. The night was still young in Baltimore and maybe after she and Nicholas finished up she could find a suitable outlet to the roiling power bubbling under the surface.<br/><br/>Looking at the pictures once more Lynia felt again the wave of malice wash over her and the sensation sent a sickening burn straight into her belly. Pressing the back of her hand to her mouth she turned away with a small gag. "Christ above."