Haunted Wood tree top, my bra

abeja took care to hide her surprise. vengeance appeared, not with a certain haste, but with a rumble of words deep enough to steal her breath. she looked up at him in silence, allowing a half-smile to break onto her maw. am i interrupting you? she asked, knowing it didn't matter. i am looking for a spar. 

there were others here who she could have asked, but what good would that have been? if abeja wanted to prove her prowess, she would have to do it directly before those in charge. are you interested? she waited for a response, bracing herself should he use actions rather than words.