Her bright gaze is calm, assured, as it clashes with Vulgaris’. The menace in his voice is unmistakable, his stance confrontational as he leans towards her. She remains still, her features impassive. Physically unremarkable she may be, but to assume she is so easily defeatable is a mistake. The last he would ever make, if he chose to push the issue.
He had guessed correctly in thinking she would not back down so easily, but it is not her salvation that concerns her. A faint smile touches her lips then, though there is no warmth or humor in the expression. Instead it is filled with icy promise. “I would like to see you try,” she murmurs softly, without any hint of boastfulness or rancor.
Perhaps it would be amusing to watch his bones float away as dust on the breeze.
Breckin offers her protection in a single word, and though Heartfire may not need Nerine’s protection as such, she is nonetheless heartened to hear her support. That her grandson had stumbled into the middle of this quarrel is regrettable, but it would not give her cause to back down. It seems the whole story had not been shared with him. A thing that does not surprise her given how Vulgaris seems to be largely brawn and very little brain. Instinct spoke for him. She wouldn’t sway his opinions, but perhaps she could Wolfbane’s.
She is unsurprised when he backs the serpent, given how integral loyalty is to his being. Perhaps he would think worse of her after this, but it would not change the fact that this situation had nothing to do with him or Loess until he had decided to make it his own. He had been the first to make the move, not her.
Leilan makes an attempt to speak some sense into Vulgaris, but she would eat her tail if he actually listened to it. A valiant attempt, but a doomed one.
“If it is proof you require,” she replies when Wolfbane makes his decree, blue gaze shifting to Wolfbane with hard intent. “Then it is proof you shall have.” Without further warning, she gathers memories from sight and displays it for all to see. The truth of what had happened on that river bank. What Vulgaris had mistaken for harmful intent had been nothing more than intent to protect. After all, the viper had been a dangerous unknown crashing into a scene of no more than a moment, shooting first and never asking questions. Had he paused a moment, he might have discovered the truth on his own. And now he had come to her, and she would force him to see the answers to the questions he never asked.
“Tell me, Wolfbane,” she finally continues once the memory is exhausted. “Who was the first to attack whom?”
He had flipped the coin. What he had failed to realize is just how easily she could rig the game.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
So basically what she showed is what happened here: http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid20876