11-30-2015, 09:06 AM
Alexyana huffed instead of replying by words when Axorn remarked that she might want an explanation, and crossed her arms before her chest which was heaving up and down due to her accelerated breathing. After having run around, dodged all those spectators on her way back, and now due to her anger, she was rather shook up after all. Even so, she could not really stay angry at Axorn - she had been more worried about losing a recently-made friend than angry at that it had been some sort of practical joke, or whatever it had been.
She leant in and eyed the mask that Axorn produced, raising an eyebrow and peeking between his face and the mask several times. "Looks like you shed your skin and made it into a mask. I've never seen so much detail on a normal craft." She noted. Then she leant back to listen. Though she didn't interrupt Axorn's tale while he was telling it, her face was an open book - starting with curiosity, yet some amount of anger as Axorn started to talk about his friends back home and some Paladin. Was he joking with her, making up some big story to lull her in before revealing that it had all been a big joke? When Axorn began talking about the dark magic and the masks allowing for communication however, her frustration gradually ebbed away and she listened with greater interest - although until he came to explain WHY the mask had shattered, she did glare at him near constantly. When it cleared up she relaxed a bit further - but, she never uncrossed her arms.
Finally, Axorn put the mask back on, causing Alexyana to cringe when she watched it liquefy and attach back to his face. "Outside of that it'll never be the same again to look at your face and feel like I'm talking to a masked individual... why did you fall off your chair and pass out? Did the mask's pieces stun you? And what do you mean when you say you re-established contact with that Max friend of yours? Did he arrive at the Omniverse like you and I? Or is he just staying out there somewhere and using this... this mask, and his dark magic, to communicate with you from the outside?" A large frown was painted across her face and she had to sit down before asking another question without giving Axorn the time to begin answering the others. "And did you forget to look for me? You got me running over to the hospital tent to check if the medical staff brought you there. I was worried, Axorn!" She was saying that with much less anger than before but her glare added some importance to it. "Listen if I didn't already tell you. There's someone on the loose around here, dragon hunters. They seem to be some self-proclaimed idiots, but I'm worried that the ones I encountered were just some grunts who'll rat us out to the big guys. Now before you tell me you're not a dragon, let me tell you: I've thought you might be one when we first met, and I'm a dragon myself. These people won't be able to tell the difference and even if they were, they probably wouldn't care. That's why I jumped up when your mask-thing exploded, I thought you'd gotten shot at and wanted to cut them off." She had calmed enough to ease her breathing somewhat and stop glaring, but she was still looking up at him with a serious frown, awaiting his replies.
She leant in and eyed the mask that Axorn produced, raising an eyebrow and peeking between his face and the mask several times. "Looks like you shed your skin and made it into a mask. I've never seen so much detail on a normal craft." She noted. Then she leant back to listen. Though she didn't interrupt Axorn's tale while he was telling it, her face was an open book - starting with curiosity, yet some amount of anger as Axorn started to talk about his friends back home and some Paladin. Was he joking with her, making up some big story to lull her in before revealing that it had all been a big joke? When Axorn began talking about the dark magic and the masks allowing for communication however, her frustration gradually ebbed away and she listened with greater interest - although until he came to explain WHY the mask had shattered, she did glare at him near constantly. When it cleared up she relaxed a bit further - but, she never uncrossed her arms.
Finally, Axorn put the mask back on, causing Alexyana to cringe when she watched it liquefy and attach back to his face. "Outside of that it'll never be the same again to look at your face and feel like I'm talking to a masked individual... why did you fall off your chair and pass out? Did the mask's pieces stun you? And what do you mean when you say you re-established contact with that Max friend of yours? Did he arrive at the Omniverse like you and I? Or is he just staying out there somewhere and using this... this mask, and his dark magic, to communicate with you from the outside?" A large frown was painted across her face and she had to sit down before asking another question without giving Axorn the time to begin answering the others. "And did you forget to look for me? You got me running over to the hospital tent to check if the medical staff brought you there. I was worried, Axorn!" She was saying that with much less anger than before but her glare added some importance to it. "Listen if I didn't already tell you. There's someone on the loose around here, dragon hunters. They seem to be some self-proclaimed idiots, but I'm worried that the ones I encountered were just some grunts who'll rat us out to the big guys. Now before you tell me you're not a dragon, let me tell you: I've thought you might be one when we first met, and I'm a dragon myself. These people won't be able to tell the difference and even if they were, they probably wouldn't care. That's why I jumped up when your mask-thing exploded, I thought you'd gotten shot at and wanted to cut them off." She had calmed enough to ease her breathing somewhat and stop glaring, but she was still looking up at him with a serious frown, awaiting his replies.
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