Tan'yill Vizsla
I like rough edges...
SKYHOLD
Tag:
Aloy Vizsla
,
Darsch Vizsla
, Tahlah Vizsla,
Kranak Vizsla
,
Andel Vizsla
, Raiven Vizsla,
Ki'an Vizsla
Aloy Vizsla
,
Darsch Vizsla
, Tahlah Vizsla,
Kranak Vizsla
,
Andel Vizsla
, Raiven Vizsla,
Ki'an Vizsla
The strong and smokey aftertaste of the whiskey was not given enough time to dissipate, before a spectator to their minor beef announced his presence by approaching Aloy and interrupting her speech. A bold enough move if he wanted to stir things up again, just as they had subsided. She turned her head towards the guy and spared him an intense unyielding gaze, sizing him up and down while silently wondering who the kark he was daring to speak to Aloy, their clans al'or, like that. She was not about to waste a perfectly good booze by launching the quite heavy short glass at the guy. No, but she kept that look upon him as Aloy jumped down the counter and met his buy'c covered face with her own fine face and blue eyes.
With a hand on the counter and the other one holding the short glass just below her face, she let herself feast on the smokey fumes that it emitted all while hearing and seeing Aloy straighten things out with the bold Vizsla. There was no need to do it twice. Even it it was tempting for her to do so, Aloy handled it with spot on precision. What was more to it, she didn't know the guy. She knew Darsch, and the beef and history between them was harder to settle and was almost meant to happen. The guy was a Vizsla, and Aloy got many points in what she now had stated for them all to hear. The fighting in between them would have to end if they clan were to stay alive and well. It was Aloy's vision. A vision that Tan would support as long as she lived.
Upon Aloy's return to them, Darsch seem to have taken impression of the speech and also be affected by this kid that she glanced at. A question that was as interrupted as Aloy's speech when the guy sadly was a little late with his opinions. There was points to be taken from his statement too, even if it was said in a poorly choosen way.
Tan took a sip of the whiskey, before turning to the ale tap and pouring a pint up which she sent gliding over the counter towards the guy. Hopefully, they all could start this night over and see beyond the three lovers squabble.
''To clan Vizsla!'' she called, and joined Darsch's toast to the men and women that were now the base of clan Vizsla of Roon.