Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5078678-20130915195653/@comment-3468598-20130925215406

Vilda lingered on the outskirts of the little cluster, drifting ever so slowly towards the food, she paused in her slow advance, quirking a brow as she overheard Jane and Esmee's conversation. Not that it was any of her business, and Vilda freely recognized this. But somewhere between the insulting way Jane talked about the student body at large, and the feeling that Vilda herself had been lumped in with this lot. (Who begrudgingly she would admit she didn't entirely disagree with the assessment of.) She couldn't help but step in. A low growl escaped Vilda, and she was far to annoyed to be embarrassed. • She let the conversation between the two come too a close before walking over to the pirate. Scowling quite visibly. Before taking a deep breath.

"Monosyllabic, characterized by or consisting of only one syllable. Biscuit Weevil's, a type of beetle unrelated to the actual weevil family, commonly found in pharmaceuticals and spoiled food. Just because we use more colloquial terms and speech patterns does not mean we are unintelligent or incapable of eloquence. Think before you speak." Vilda spoke in an icy and even tone, arms crossed eyes locked on Jane's. Not breaking her gaze even as she finished and realized what a poor life choice this probably was.