Pyrrha looks dour. If there's a slight spark at the back of her eyes, half-revved for a fight, well. There's a reason she's a multiple competitive combat tournament winner. ]
[ Just that, solemn as any vow. The twinkling lights of the tree are showing colours and shadows on Yang's hair, turning the gold burnished, red highlights pinning a crown. A moment to get distracted by it, and another for relief. ]
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Pyrrha looks dour. If there's a slight spark at the back of her eyes, half-revved for a fight, well. There's a reason she's a multiple competitive combat tournament winner. ]
Have they hurt anyone?
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[ She was a wee bit pissed. ]
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Pyrrha's own expression cools into concern. ]
The Flamines?
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[ Just that, solemn as any vow. The twinkling lights of the tree are showing colours and shadows on Yang's hair, turning the gold burnished, red highlights pinning a crown. A moment to get distracted by it, and another for relief. ]
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[ And Yang smiles, although there's a fierce edge to it, a future challenge. ]