The Chieftain didn't have to voice her disdain toward me--it was visible.
Occasionally, her eyes flashing green with an emotion that was loud, gaze flickering from me toward the door, then back again. There was an umistakeable longing to leave--or rather, to force me to leave with her. The thought made me uncomfortable and I found myself glancing toward Poala anxiously, noting that she seemed unbothered by my latest predicament.
The elf sat with a delicate poise, the dainty cup resting in her capable hand, and if I was just a bit more daft, perhaps we could have played it off as a lovely tea shared with close friends. But the silence that had been merely pressing down upon me in Poala's presence before, had become smothering now that the elf was in attendance. It was beginning to fee
