It's nice to see that, though a thousand plus years have passed, some kinds of people never go away.
Chiyo Tohsaka is every snooty noblewoman Marian has had the displeasure of meeting in her life. Not the kind that are simply ignorant - those she can tolerate with a smile and a nod - but the sort that are completely aware of their surroundings and attitude and yet still strive to position themselves as high above others as they possibly can. It's all Marian can do not to set a dung trap for her to walk right under at an opportune moment, but she restrains herself. It won't do any good - that sort of person can't be cured of the ailment known as pride.
There is something in her eyes, however, that intrigues her. Some vivid, wild spark, the sort that she's seen in boys who have shot their first deer, had their first taste of action and blood and liked it. That sort of spark could go either way - either setting the enemy on fire, or burning down their own castle with them in it.
They would have to wait and see. First things first, to report back to Zofia. Hopefully her peculiar mood hadn't worsened in the few hours Archer had been gone.
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Date: 2013-05-07 07:49 pm (UTC)Chiyo Tohsaka is every snooty noblewoman Marian has had the displeasure of meeting in her life. Not the kind that are simply ignorant - those she can tolerate with a smile and a nod - but the sort that are completely aware of their surroundings and attitude and yet still strive to position themselves as high above others as they possibly can. It's all Marian can do not to set a dung trap for her to walk right under at an opportune moment, but she restrains herself. It won't do any good - that sort of person can't be cured of the ailment known as pride.
There is something in her eyes, however, that intrigues her. Some vivid, wild spark, the sort that she's seen in boys who have shot their first deer, had their first taste of action and blood and liked it. That sort of spark could go either way - either setting the enemy on fire, or burning down their own castle with them in it.
They would have to wait and see. First things first, to report back to Zofia. Hopefully her peculiar mood hadn't worsened in the few hours Archer had been gone.