As if called by some instinct deep in her bones, deep in her soul, deep in the very core of her being comes a face Guillame has spoken with at some earlier moment and a face Church has known very well indeed. The duel calls Araceli Bonaventura like moth to a flame, a fire in her belly, a light in her eyes, standing as tall as a girl all of 5'2" can.
"Gentlemen," she interrupts with the balance of sharpness and politeness that implies they are right now very far from neither, "I think we are letting our tempers get the better of us right now, there are rules of engagement, etiquettes that must be followed."
Placing herself closer to Church because hey this is where her allegiance is, fuck you and fuck the interfering mothers of Thedas they can line up and come fight Araceli their damn selves, she sets a placating hand on her friend's arm. The other on her own rapiers, the smile for Guillame's benefit. "I believe that these would more than suffice, they have served me faithfully in battle and in duels throughout my life."
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"Gentlemen," she interrupts with the balance of sharpness and politeness that implies they are right now very far from neither, "I think we are letting our tempers get the better of us right now, there are rules of engagement, etiquettes that must be followed."
Placing herself closer to Church because hey this is where her allegiance is, fuck you and fuck the interfering mothers of Thedas they can line up and come fight Araceli their damn selves, she sets a placating hand on her friend's arm. The other on her own rapiers, the smile for Guillame's benefit. "I believe that these would more than suffice, they have served me faithfully in battle and in duels throughout my life."