Moonspear where has thout been through

Opalia could find a some solace in feeling like they might be on about the same page here--at least in nearby whereabouts as she nodded yet again, and exhaled a big breath to prepare for the next turn of things to come. It was good to have this bit of an understanding, now. Far more than before, and faced with this opportunity to know her even better through the language of physicality, the Roankru was ready to find out more. She only had her assumptions to have about a new opponent, and she tried not to seem too keen with the roving look in her dual-toned glance.

Was she ready? Indeed. Opalia nodded softly, and as her chin lowered in the motion, she sprang off to her own right, aiming to dart for the first offensive move of a lunge with teeth snaps for Desdemona's left side--or wherever else the exchange could find them in the seconds after it all began. She did want her opponent to answer back before she could say for sure what the pace of this would be, given their reasons here at all. Opalia wouldn't follow through with anything serious yet, content to keep stakes low yet eager to brawl nonetheless, but she wasn't afraid to clack her teeth around or have them come back her way either. She had a good feeling Desdemona would understand this soon, and if not, then they were in prime position to work it out.