Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

She did not like the male with the glowering gaze, the one that remarked on her eyes. She swallowed dryly as he neared, but could not shake the growing feeling that she was being stupid. It was not Rumil's fault to have her this uncomfortable, surely, and she smiled weakly as Drogon made his apologies for his brother, at once glad to have her mother between herself and the strangers even though she knew she was being cowardly. "thank you," The words came carefully, and she attempted a small smile of the larger beast.

She fell silent as her mother spoke, thankfully slipping into her relative comfort zone as her mother offered the hare she'd caught. She knew that this too was cowardly, surely, she ought to say something, anything. Before she could offer anything, however, the male was politely refusing their offer, though only a moment later reconsidering.

When he lunged for her mother, she was for a moment made still by complete shock, muscles freezing. "stop!" She cried, and at once her hackles prickled and her gaze slid desperately to land on her mother. Her mind caught up with what the male had done a beat later, and a second after that she was sorting through her sparse, sparse knowledge of fighting. Who did she attack? For surely she must, she couldn't simply run - did she go for the beast with the glowering gaze, or the more obvious threat? For a long moment she was still, and then made a delayed lunge towards Drogon; at the same time her panicked mind worked through all that she'd ever heard of fighting.