hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
She rubbed her palms together, hoping to generate some heat and just marginally succeeding. "I would've not," came her honest, candid response. "I've got a habit of yelling that I doubt the council likes." Now knowing she wasn't being a terrible nuisance, Flynn arranged herself by the fire, palms out. Fucking climate.
"What class are you, knight? Holy knight?" Armor was a mystery to her, as were the classes of the Fighters' Guild, but she was certain they felt the same about her own Guild. And Bards' Guild? Pffff.