Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160330064202/@comment-24416658-20160403073728

Nacoma was glad she pulled up her face mask earlier. The blush on her face would have been extremely obvious otherwise.

"I see." she said, "Very interesting." Nacoma knew this sort of trick. The old bait conversation. Ask a question and get a provocative answer. Working for the Pilgrims, she saw it often when sent on a mission to talk to an informant or question somebody. She wasn't falling for those again. Saying nothing more (but winking at one of the twins, Misty she believed it was), she walked a bit more slowly, merging back into her team. Anastasia looked at her curiously.

"What was that about?" she whispered to the taller, blue girl.

"What was what about?" Nacoma responded innocently, keeping her voice extremely low. Seiriol, taking the hint, stepped back to talk to Hafleikr, causing a very one-sided conversation that the boy was exasperated and annoyed by.

"I know you are no saint, Ana," Nacoma whispered to her leader, "So I'll give you a hint. Those twins? They have a...special relationship. One that seems....interesting." Anastasia smirked, looking up at Nacoma with playfully accusing eyes.

"And? You sound like you're going to do something about it." Anastasia was clearly kidding, and Nacoma let nothing on.

"Maybe I will."