Bella's blue lips chattered from the cold as she watched her breath come out in small white clouds in front of her (that's a good way of describing the way your breath looks when its cold our right?). its going to be ok. it WILL be ok. Just breathe.
"Take your wild guess, Azriel," Iris continued, keeping her voice lazy. "It couldn't possibly be the human girl closest to you and who whispered out a frantic apology at the contact. See, I am helpful." She ended in a sort of pout, whining akin to a child, though she'd never admit it.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Azriel began sarcastically, "I didn't realize I was supposed to be all-knowing from the moment I opened my eyes."
Iris ended her staring challenge with the guard, forfeiting as she eyed Azriel. She trailed her eyes from the angels wings to toes, before returning to her eyes with a disbelieving gaze. "You? All-knowing?" Iris scoffed, returning to her cold self. "Never."
It will get better. It will get better. All of Arabella’s braids had fallen out so she began to braid and braid and braid. Her breathes rattled in her spine. It was just so cold.
Azriel slammed her head against the wall. "Oh, so I'm too stupid to be all-knowing in general, but I'm supposed to be smart enough to realize who and what the hell almost tripped over me when I had just been in a deep slumber? I see how it is." She briefly looked over to Arabella. "Is she ok?"
Switching to Medein, Iris almost asked Arabella 'Are you okay?' Cringing at the very thought, she translated: "The Too Stupid to be All-Knowing Angel wants to know if you're okay." She paused and clarified, "For tripping over her." In a hushed whisper, "She can't use her eyes very well to see for herself."
Bella’s eyes flitted over to the two girls. She tapped her fingers again, slower than usual, she just didn’t have the energy to do anything else.
“I think I’m ok. I just don’t really know what to do.” It was more than that. Arabella was helpless. She was weak and was just useless. She couldn’t help. It made her feel horrible inside.
Turning to Azriel, "The girl's thinks she's fine… and confused."
Facing the human once more, Iris inquired, "What happened earlier?" Genuine curiosity filled her voice. "When you told me to calm down. Did you force it on me?"
Azriel rolled her eyes. "Not to be dramatic or anything. But I do hate you in all the ways it is possible to hate someone," she said, not bothering to look up from the floor.
Arabella’s head snapped up, “I didn’t mean to! I swear! It just happens sometimes! I dint mean to take control! I’m sorry!” She inhaled and exhaled, It will be fine. Just breathe.
Smirking and even going so far as to send Azriel a flirty wink, "I try."
"'It just happens sometimes,'" she repeated dumbly. Iris pinched the bridge of her nose before exhaling, "I'm not… mad. I want to know what happened."
Azriel sputtered. "That - that was uncalled for," she said nervously, cheeks reddening. She looked away from the elf, hoping no one could see her face, which had flushed a light pink, though Azriel assumed it was flaming.
"To be honest, I don’t really know how I do it. It’s only been happening for 2 years. I just panicked when you panicked and it just-happened.” Bella stared down at the ground. So much for being friendly.
Smirk widening, Iris spared the angel and zeroed in on the girl. "So you just… control people? And what's your name again?" If she could control others the way she had forced Iris's body into calming down… now that was powerful.
“Arabella.” The human muttered. “my name is Arabella. What’s yours?” A normal conversation. That’s new.
"Iris. Pleasure." The word was cold and prominently fake, but hey. Pleasantries. She planned to learn more about this controlling thing, but right now there was a guard and she didn't fancy spilling their advantages.
Bella smiled a tight, fake smile and returned to tapping the ground. She paused. She wasn’t cold anymore. Her breath still came out in little puffs, but she wasn’t cold.
Azriel waved a bit to the human. She wasn't really sure why. It seemed like a nice thing to do.
Bella looked at the angel and waved back, a natural smile coming to her lips. So the angel wasn’t so bad after all. If only she knew her name.
Iris shivered in the corner, happy to play translator should either need her. The guard was completely ignored.
Azriel gave the girl a small smile, wishing she could speak Medeian. The girl seemed a much more pleasant companion than the bag of demons in the corner. She was struck by a thought. If an unpleasant one. "Excuse me, oh hated one," she asked in Brachish, still firmly not looking at the elf. "Do you know this girl's name? I feel rude just calling her "the girl.""
"You feel rude calling her a girl, yet no feelings attached with 'oh hated one'." Though cold, Iris was teasing. "Her name's Arabella, if you must know." In turn, Iris informed the human, "The angel's name is Azriel."
"Yes, well, you bag of demons, Arabella seems like a decent human being, unlike some people," Azriel shot back.