Mazikeen isn’t sure why she expected honesty, why she felt a tickle of curiosity and interest about the few glimpses she’s gotten of whatever lies beneath Firion’s gilded surface. She can feel herself bristle already at the sight of his casual grin and it only intensifies when he replies to her with the most vague, non-answer.
And then it looks like he’s going to say something else - but just smiles instead.
Mazikeen shifts without thinking about it, growing in size until she’s a large, white grizzly bear and a growl escapes her. She thinks about taking a swipe at him, seeing if she can knock that smile off his face, but instead she only bristles - that thick fur standing all along her spine and her orange eyes burning as lips curl back to expose sharp teeth.
A moment later she comes to her senses and shifts back, her expression still bordering on murderous. She’s annoyed with him but more annoyed that she’s let herself lose control for those few seconds. That she let his stupid smile get under her skin in such a way that she’s worried her fire aura might blossom around her as further proof of her rage. That even after all this time she feels like an idiot in the presence of his aloof expression when she had always felt things vividly. It’s easier to focus her aggravation on him than it is on herself, and her next words are huffed out as she attempts to get herself back under control.
"You are infuriating. Do you know that? You must. There's no way I can be the first one to say that to you."
@[firion]