──────── 𝐄𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇 𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒
- he/him;.20;.trikru scout;.pansexual;.located: woods;.mentions: tag.tagging: faye
- Silence draped over them like a thin blanket as cold eyes met another pair of cold eyes. Ezarah’s head tilted up in the slightest bit, gaze unfaltering, daring her to look away first. It wasn’t necessarily a look of dominance, because he had no desire to overpower her. If anything, it was challenging in the sense where he wanted to see if she was going to run off or stay put. To Ezarah, Faye hadn’t ever really been much more than a friendly acquaintance to him, though he supposed that was mostly because he left before he had a chance to really connect with anyone. In fact, the only person in the clan he truly felt comfortable being around was Aliyah, which went without a doubt. He didn’t have any hard feelings towards Faye, though. Truth be told, the young woman intrigued him. Something about the way she carried herself made him get a good feeling that she was more like him than he knew. She was different, that was for sure. It was for that reason that Ezarah hadn’t thought twice about lowering his weapon. She was no threat to him, or, at least, no more of a threat than he was to her.
When she muttered back in the language he had worked so hard to teach himself, he rolled his head back, then shook it once. “Enough with that, eh?” He was like a New Yorker attempting to perfect a French accent: it just didn’t happen. An amateur, he would always be. Although Ezarah knew a good amount of the language, he preferred English. It was what he had been taught growing up and it was what he was most comfortable with. It was also that that made him feel like a bit of an outcast, too. His accent was far from American, leaning more on the Slovakian side of things (or, at least, that’s what someone from his birth group had said at some point, even though he had no idea what or where that was), and certainly different than what the Trikru people used. In short, using that in the traditional language just proved that it certainly wasn’t meant for him from birth. He raised a brow, tilting his head in the slightest bit. “Would you consider that, though?” he inquired, turning his tone so that it sounded like he was really dwelling on what she said. “I wasn’t the one leaning over the water, I was just passing by.”
After another moment or so, Ezarah slowly secured his bow against his back once again. Although he did know her, he still kept a safe distance, just as he did with everyone else. There was always room for “just in case.” “As much as I am sure you would love to have that talk,” he began, tone very slightly hinting on the mocking side of things, “I do not believe it is time to talk jokes.” He hadn’t been grinning before, but something in his expression changed to indicate fun and games were not part of this conversation. “You heard it, too, no? The bang?”