The girl moves like a Warder, like Kimahri: fluid, balanced, every move a prowl. Her clothing is strange, and tight enough to shame a Domani, but that's something he's gotten used to around this place.
He glances at her after a moment, blue eyes cold in an impassive harsh-planed face, and waits.
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The girl moves like a Warder, like Kimahri: fluid, balanced, every move a prowl. Her clothing is strange, and tight enough to shame a Domani, but that's something he's gotten used to around this place.
He glances at her after a moment, blue eyes cold in an impassive harsh-planed face, and waits.