Her grip on her own arms tighten. Just as well she folded them, it helps with the urge to summon a fistful of fire. Now more than ever she can see the resemblance to Harrowheart. Clearly it's Weatherhill boys who know just how to rub her up the wrong way.
Just when she's sure he's about to infuriate her even more... He tells her about Harrowheart's affections for her brother. She stands, stunner for a whole half a second, and then laughs. Loudly. The kind of laugh that starts with a forceful burst and ends up with her needing to put one hand on her stomach, the other on her hip.
She grins broadly at Lawrence. "Peter isn't in love with Viatorus. Believe me, if he were I would know, and we wouldn't be here."
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Date: 2017-04-15 10:40 pm (UTC)Just when she's sure he's about to infuriate her even more... He tells her about Harrowheart's affections for her brother. She stands, stunner for a whole half a second, and then laughs. Loudly. The kind of laugh that starts with a forceful burst and ends up with her needing to put one hand on her stomach, the other on her hip.
She grins broadly at Lawrence. "Peter isn't in love with Viatorus. Believe me, if he were I would know, and we wouldn't be here."