Gwenyth cocked her head slightly as Clarke proceeded to do absolutely nothing with the sword. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, feeling as if she'd been given an exciting preview only for the real deal to turn out utterly disappointing. Sighing to herself she tottered over to the group set up for a game of cards.
"Room for one more? I've got a bit of confidence in my luck."
Her voice was leveled, within the coldness was a hint of warmth and amicability. She'd often been told she sounded more like a pleasant chilling breeze than the creeping frost of her late father. Regardless of what they'd meant by it, she chose to take it as a compliment, after all, a lady of Nobility had to have some magnanimity.
"Room for one more? I've got a bit of confidence in my luck."
Her voice was leveled, within the coldness was a hint of warmth and amicability. She'd often been told she sounded more like a pleasant chilling breeze than the creeping frost of her late father. Regardless of what they'd meant by it, she chose to take it as a compliment, after all, a lady of Nobility had to have some magnanimity.