Concentrating on the board, Chey had her lower lip between her teeth and she was threading the end of her braid through her hands over and over in slow strokes. Her train of thought unraveled when she felt the foot against her leg. She didn't jerk her leg away at first. Instead, she looked up, only her eyes moving, to fixate on Alicia.
Cheyenne didn't know much about the witch except that she was a witch. One from Kitsune house and, she recalled, one of the Mentors. They hadn't talked much except for Chess Club and Alicia was proving to be a hard opponent to beat. Which made the question come at a surprise.
"Excuse me?" Chey slid her leg away from the foot. "Should I go wear a brown paper sack over my head so I can be smart?" Chey pursed her lips and tossed her braid over her shoulder, moving her piece decisively. She leaned back on her chair then and folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at Alicia. "Would be a shame if you lost to a pretty girl."