Akenu's glare or posture didn't soften until after Dram finished speaking in entirety. When he was done, she sighed, and ran a hand through her hair.
He couldn't have asked me about them when I was awake? she mentally lamented, but the woman decided not to push it. It was late, and she wanted to sleep. It was painfully obvious how much tact this elf lacked, but at least he wasn't a pervert. The woman pointed to the sun on her chest, tracing out the main spiral, and then to the wings on her back.
"My mother," she gently said, "She was my teacher...."
The woman then lightly touched the leaf on her hip.
"This was Chel's," she whispered, as if pained.
The leaf tattoo was her constant reminder of him, and the only bit she had left. His death, or the rumor of it, had reached her a few years ago. Maybe two, maybe three; the woman didn't bother to count. Akenu shook her head to chase out the bad memories.
The woman lowered herself slowly so that she was lying on her back, tucked underneath her cloak. She gave Dram's tattoo a glance, remembering his anger from before.
Ah, well, she thought. It didn't really concern her, now, did it?
"Night," she muttered, again, and drifted back to sleep.