[ She stops mid-swing of her staff, ready to cast again, when someone calls out to her, a small object pointed in her direction. Nasrin holds off on casting barrier, feet planted firmly in the ground as she prepares to defend herself if need be.
One eyebrow lifts and slowly, cautiously, her back straightens. ]
I can if they are my enemy. Are you of the Seelie Court, then?
got'cha! c:
One eyebrow lifts and slowly, cautiously, her back straightens. ]
I can if they are my enemy. Are you of the Seelie Court, then?