Silverlight Terrace this is how we dance

So Minty could stand up for herself. Well, at least a little. Despite it being just a murmur, the black bastard chimed in; Yeah Mi-rawr, won'tcha be a little nicer to a poor wanderboy. He pouted in fake sadness, but it was very clear he wasn't hurt or bothered by Mira's words. A tough guy like him would stay and go as he pleased, even if he had to get beaten up to prove such a point. Though he had the muscle and size to back his cockiness up, he actually did lack the skill and training for a proper battle.

He smiled tightly, commenting; I prefer jester", toots - fools are less funny. before all hell broke loose. From the shadows emerged a dark woman, coat a similar shade to his own. Her eyes were an electric shade of blue, a bit like Minty's. Was this her mom or something? How had she turned out so meek and light?

He watched the adult ruin the fun, only barely acknowledging his presence - while Mira wilted a ways away. Good for her, she did respect someone enough to not be a bitch all the time. He watched quietly, waiting to see if Minty would submit to this woman or stand up for herself again like he hoped she would.