A curious grin crossed Blythe's lips, although she said nothing in response to Aunalee. Despite this, her grin was drawn to the younger. One of her sisters bristling with frustration. She could scarcely miss the fire in her eyes, the red that flooded her cheeks. The way muscles chorded uneasily, and rippled beneath a bed of pale skin. Scales shimmering, although ominously it seemed, for some remained enshrouded by darkness. Shadows cast by sun's dancing light.
My my, Blythe thought, this one has yet to learn how to temper steel and mind her tongue...
The Konti was near inclined not to answer, simply to teach a lesson if nothing else. But that would make her seem just as immature, and she wasn't sure if she truly wished to be perceived in that manner as well.
Thus, considering her words, Blythe remained silent as she narrowed her eyes in slight, so as to block out the sun's rays as she licked her lips. Wetting the crackled fissures as she bought herself some time in which to respond. Finally the time came, although, it seemed far too soon.
"Well, no," the fortune teller responded calmly. "I'm merely Blythe, a woman of this isle." She fell silent again, as her hands fell to her sides, the right seeking the hilt of her gifted sword. "Who has been here a time or two before." She smiled weakly, her lavender colored eyes sparkling with what seemed amusement, and distaste. "Does not the name of this place provide the answers?" she asked, as her brow furrowed, the one on the left arching while the other slid down the length of her forehead, closer to the eye. It provided a quizzical expression, if not one of a teacher, beseeching a student to offer their insight into a specific matter.
Blythe would wait a moment, wondering if the Konti could find the truth on her own. But it would only be a moment, for she could sense mounting impatience, and that, was disquieting, if not discomforting.
Slowly, she'd free her left hand. Sweep it outwards, and away. Indicating that she spoke of each of the bodies about the reflective pool, before she reeled it back in. "They're embodiments of the major arcana, if you will," Blythe explained, sensing that this woman knew little of the tarot. "The one that has troubled you is temperance. I know naught her given name." She smiled weakly as she cast her gaze out to the woman, before pulling her eyes back in, onto the neglected Aunalee, wondering what in the world she could be thinking, as all of this transpired.