Brynhild Ingouf (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brynhild_ingouf) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass, |
"Well, a certain tension. Not all of it of course. I'm not that easy. That would lead to inappropriate noises." It was a pity he wasn't psychic. Instead she cut her eyes at him. That cheeky grin back into place. Even if the words were spoken more matter-of-fact. They were low enough so that only he would hear them though.
But in spite of the grin, she was all nerves inside. She used the humor, the flirtation, to hide it. Even the bitchiness. It didn't take long for every seat on each bench to be taken up. Some even squeezed more on it. Especially among the vampires. A few standing in the back, which forced Bryn to stand up.
"Step into the circle or leave." There was no mistaking the authoritative tone she took with the added bits of the group. With a flash of fang, and a little insubordination they complied. Which made her drop her hand to the hilt of her sword. If she had to, she would bring them to heel. "We will start at the top of the hour." Which was only moments away, she sat again.
Bryn leaned toward John. "You don't have to follow my lead. Most of these people are here because it is their duty, they are heads of each racial group, the ones we have to worry about..." Her eyes cut to the ones standing. "Keep an eye on the vampires. Most are not happy that I took over the district. But beyond that, follow your gut."