[PS] Undrafted Meeting Grounds

[Celipa]

"Temper, temper."

Celipa patted Akane softly on the back and pulled the youngster from her deathgrip, which had been on Cel's chest. She rose up from her seat on the arm of the couch, and took a single step forward - enough to get right in the Konat-jin's face. Her eyes were cold and merciless, and her mouth opened up ever so slightly.

"Stop scaring children," her words were ice, and stung with the intensity of it. Tapion wasn't a coward though, and he did not step back.

"I'm not going to back down from you," scoffed Tapion. She smelled alcohol on his breath, and she could feel tears well up slightly from the overwhelming scent.

She took a step back, scowling in disgust.

"I don't care to smell you, Konat," she spat, shooting a glare at the man. Her mind had just stopped reeling from the stench.

Tapion snorted derisively. "I didn't come here looking for a fight."

But their conversation was interrupted as a man entered the proximity - an old man. He looked kindly, he had a small cap resting gently on his head. But it was all becoming a little too overwhelming for Cel; she wasn't in this to make friends.

"I'll catch up with you two later," she nodded towards Akane and Kollifum. "Keep her out of trouble," she noted towards Kol. And then she turned her attention to Tapion, who still stood apprehensively in their area. "And I'll see you," she put snide emphasis on the word 'you', "on the battlefield."

With that, Celipa pushed past the mohawked Konat, and left the group. Crowds weren't her thing, unless she was dismembering parts of them.

OOC: Celipa'll be brooding somewhere, don't bother coming to find her. If she doesn't want to be found, she won't be found. So I'll meet up with some of you again on the battlefield, whether it be on a friendly or unfriendly basis.