Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-26267177-20141229160920

Calla couldn't help a small grin at the sudden nickname. "You know, you're quite something yourself, Plutarch," she admitted, keeping her eyes drawn to the young outlaw's face. As she continued to dance, she noticed a pattern in their movement- not just your normal dancing pattern, but something lying underneath it in the way they were slowly shifting away from their starting position.

"Maybe...a schemer? I feel there's...a motive, perhaps, in how you're moving us further into the room, but I can't quite tell what. And frankly, I don't mind not knowing the whole story." Her tone wasn't accusatory, instead staying soft as ever and a bit musing.