Scanning the head of the guards in front of her, she can tell when Talon steps out into the pits, for most of the men posture gets straighter. Grinning she folds her hands behind her back and cants her head to the left to listen. That soft wind would stir a few lose strands of red that escaped the high tie on the back of her head. Then that beating of the drums would echo out, and see would see the reaction it was stirring in the men. Listen to Talon firm words, her eyes flare a bit to the “To day is the start of Hell....”she’d grin and bite the corner of her lips to keep that dark chuckles from slipping past her lips.
Hearing his footfalls climb the bleachers she’d glance over at him for a moment, watching how the men reacted towards him. He knew how to command respect, and get attention, he was demonstrating that well today. Listening to him once again narrows her pale blues on his form. Her and a few others would stand to answer his question while they responded. She was proud to call MacLaaran her home.
She’d continue to stand, along with the few others, watching those flags flap in the air. With the added drum she did start to fall into the moment, blood heating up, pride showing upon her face. Eyes narrowing at the two new men, having not seen them before. With their command of Guards stance, all would stand and move into the formation. The one guard Talon had stoke to the day before did as he was told, and past the information along. Listening once again she ponders how Tris would handle this, and if she would have to do it while making smart comments about how better the Lance was....she’d almost chuckles but catch herself. She was pulling back from the atmosphere Talon was working so hard to produce. Devona lived for such discipline, but there was no war, no battles to be won. She does understand that you must away be ready, but did Talon really have to work them up this much. She’d answer with another less infused “aye” in the sea of voiced it would be very hard for one to pick up just her tone.
Canting her head to the live as a unit....she did not mind sleeping in the barracks, she quit enjoyed the male company, she was just a little stunned Talon would suggest such a thing. Moving into one of the group, she’d get certain looking, everyone knowing that Talon and her were somewhat together. She’d stay in the middle of the group, trying hard not to be pulled into the others energy. She’d almost growl, skin and soul pulling for something to release all this energy, she ponders how many fit fights there are going to be. Hearing her group was on boarder patrol she’d roll her shoulders back and nod. All this talk, then give them boarder patrol, then tell her she would not snuggle with puppet at night. This did not mean she was not proud, she was extremely proud to defend MacLaaran and she would lay her life on the line for one villager, but why work them up so much. Her blood was pumping, eyes almost looking for a fight. Giving a loud cheer to Talon closing words. Pouring her pride out in it, working off some of the build up emotions he had placed within them all. She’d move with her group, listening to their chatter, and excitement, she just took a deep breath and tried to burn the memory of what her body left like now, for she knew it was going to be sore and broken with the days to come. Not being able to control her eyes she glances over her shoulder to get a glimpse of Talon walking off, she was proud of him as well, he knew what he was doing and that made her feel safe.
((ooc comment, she sounds like a spoiled brat, but she has not been doing much sparring, or getting into trouble so she has a lot of energy built up....and this would just add to it.....watch out of the red head, she is looking for a fight now....feel sorry for Talon and Damon lol))
