[Her first reaction is shock--how had anyone managed to get through the wards on the coven house? They were shielded well enough that gods would have difficulty getting through, and she sure as hell would have remembered them trying.
Her second is disgust, followed quickly by anger. How dare they touch her, drag her from her home and drop her here like she's nothing? Someone is certainly going to pay dearly for this. Once she finds out who they are. If she finds out who they are. They couldn't have just left no trace, could they?
Her hands tighten into fists at her sides while she glares at nothing in particular, no doubt making some of the people who happened to wander across her gaze uncomfortable, but she doesn't care. This is justified fury. Still, as angry as she is, she knows to stay cautious. She's unprotected, unwarded, unguarded by her sisters. That in and of itself restricts her power. But no one would ever mistake her for powerless.
Impatiently, she brushes her hair out of her eyes, swearing under her breath in Polish.]
Zorya Vechernyaya, chron mnie od zla.
[With that out of the way, she heads toward the city, though her expression doesn't lighten in the slightest. She doesn't look like it's a good idea to bother her, but then she'll need to speak to someone to get information.]
Malina Sokolowski | Iron Druid Chronicles
[Her first reaction is shock--how had anyone managed to get through the wards on the coven house? They were shielded well enough that gods would have difficulty getting through, and she sure as hell would have remembered them trying.
Her second is disgust, followed quickly by anger. How dare they touch her, drag her from her home and drop her here like she's nothing? Someone is certainly going to pay dearly for this. Once she finds out who they are. If she finds out who they are. They couldn't have just left no trace, could they?
Her hands tighten into fists at her sides while she glares at nothing in particular, no doubt making some of the people who happened to wander across her gaze uncomfortable, but she doesn't care. This is justified fury. Still, as angry as she is, she knows to stay cautious. She's unprotected, unwarded, unguarded by her sisters. That in and of itself restricts her power. But no one would ever mistake her for powerless.
Impatiently, she brushes her hair out of her eyes, swearing under her breath in Polish.]
Zorya Vechernyaya, chron mnie od zla.
[With that out of the way, she heads toward the city, though her expression doesn't lighten in the slightest. She doesn't look like it's a good idea to bother her, but then she'll need to speak to someone to get information.]