Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-26571677-20170323110407

Hazel looked at Nacoma with a tilted head, as if studying a curious creature trapped in a cage.

"Very well. I shall treat you in the msot professional of manners. I suppose you do deserve it for not reacting with anger, as someone with less control of their emotions usually would. I applaud you on your self control. I hadn't expected it, therefore, my apologies."

She bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement, nad then turned back to the stormy clouds their bullhead now flew through.

"The storm is particularly harsh up here...it's hard to see anything. I do hope that Grimm aren't tracking us, though that's likely an empty one, hope is the one thing humans have in the darkest nights. Or am I mistaken? For now, away with that empty philosophical blather. Yes, yes I do know Hafleikr. Young, stout boy, silent, too, which is good. A man of few words is often precise and to the point, all admirable qualities of a suitable helper during assassinations. He also sails as a pastime, a strong indicator of mental control, calmness, and cope under extreme stress. I wager I will not be teaching him in my time here?"

She looked at Nacoma with eyebrows raised, as if questioning the person sitting on a seat in the shuddering aircraft they rode.