Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-25924729-20170724074735

She whirled around, perhaps a little too quickly to face Nickelae, teeth bared in a snarl, body tensed up, ready to fight. Vale's motions were purely reflexive, a swift response to his sudden, unexpected hostility. It was clear how little trust she had for the group.

If Margrit hadn't pulled him away, someone could have easily been injured. Vale took a breath to calm herself. Paranoia and distrust made her wits sharp, and kept Vale alive all these years. It was a difficult habit to change.

When she spoke again, Vale's voice was tense, obviously under restrain. "Words are empty, if you think yourself strong, then prove it. And do not mistake your mother strength as your own, i do not doubt her ability, but she cannot guide you forever. Show your own power if you wish to change my opinion!"

Biting her lip, Vale wondered if she had said too much. The words left her mouth before she could think, needlessly harsh.

Irritated, she huffed and turned away. Looking away from Nickelae and back to Garnet, studying the blueprints displayed intently. Work was a welcome distraction from her thoughts.