[Striking. That's Líadan's first thought when she lays eyes on the blood covered warrior whose hair seems to her in that moment like the brightest of flames. She is sure of it, that the woman is a warrior of great ability and that none of the blood that paints her is her own, and it's this surety eschews any concern she might have otherwise voiced. It's no insect bite that sees her eyes linger a moment longer and her entire being brighten with an easy smile when she perceives herself as being spoken to. ]
It looks like it very well could be. Does it truly afford you worthwhile protection?
[ Perhaps it's enchanted? That's her foremost thought as to the answer there. ]
III. orange to violet? hope this is alright!
It looks like it very well could be. Does it truly afford you worthwhile protection?
[ Perhaps it's enchanted? That's her foremost thought as to the answer there. ]