Chapter 300 - One Hundred - She’s having fun (1/2)
In appearance, Pria was quite lovely, with large eyes sporting indigo irises and long straight hair that was an interested mix of tarnished gold and dusky silver. Her height was not petite nor was she weak, just in comparison to the two Male martial artists, her frame might ordinarily invoke some protective feelings. She was normally straightforward, amicable and while not one to wear her feelings on her sleeve, she was not one to shy from confrontation... unless she happened to be in close proximity to Bowyer, at which point she became an ordinary young woman of her era experiencing the first flush of blossoming love.
On seeing the exuberant brunette with curls that were somewhat wild in comparison to her overall appearance, she began to feel niggling doubts, reducing her already placed upon the edge self esteem.
Pria and her entourage had thought that they knew all of Bowyer's close friends and comrades, but they did not know this girl, which unsettled them. Not only that, she was so quick to volunteer to assist... was that not just adding another blockage upon the 'river of love'... forget that the boat for two had yet to set sail! Unknowingly, Maimai had placed herself in the role of antagonist in their romance novel.
Maimai brushed a nail over the edge her long knife, seemingly oblivious to their glares. Or rather ignoring them. There was no point attempting to pull such sister power upon a girl like her, she didn't want to have anything to do with their BG plot... she had her own ship to protect!
Seeing as their pleading/threatening mix of silent messages failed to move the other girl, a more vocal member of the entourage attempted to use words; ”I've not seen you before in the martial arts schools.”
Friend B offered the 'voice of reason'; ”Perhaps little sister is a first year from the outer school and we haven't yet met.”
”Nope, I'm from the outer alchemist school,” Maimai responded, breezily.
Pria glanced at Bowyer, his eyes were on the other girl, her heart felt pained. Returning her gaze to Maimai, she murmured; ”I appreciate that you are willing to help, but being your senior and part of this discipline, I fear that you would just get hurt.”
Maimai's head tilted to one side. ”Why? That's your practice sword isn't it? This knife of mine has been neglected, the edge isn't sharp anymore, so don't worry, I won't hurt you either.”
”But...”
”Enough,” Jin Li sneered, ”this Lord dragged himself and my small alchemist over to assist people. If we are no longer necessary, we will leave now.”
He turned upon his heel and spun around in an elegant manner that had the entourage momentarily bewitched, their eyes capturing the perfect balance of posture, the sweeping motion of his long, silken black hair... and then he grasped the hand of that bespectacled youth and they snapped out of their daze. Still, the thought of 'why doesn't this look wrong' did cross the minds of one or two...