Emberwood prayer of the refugee

it would seem her peace was interrupted. sigh.

Heloise's closed eyes would furrow at the brow, though she withheld her huffing growl in the presence of the other. as much as she would enjoy cuffing him upside the head for his disturbance... she refrained. it took her year of training in self-control to calmly open her gaze and view the other. a younger being by she suspected a year or two, a man in gender. he was nothing remarkable to look at; though that could be because she did not judge others by features. 

"yes?" her voice was calm, collected. he would find no easy target here. Heloise would watch as he approached. the urge to side-step and let him crash his fool body into the trunk of a tree was very tempting. though, again, that nasty self-control. if he continued charging at her, however, she would have no choice but to put him in his place. "what do you want, sir?" for it seemed only he desired to nag her to death. appearances could be deceiving; he could be asking for help. she would attempt to keep an open mind.