One might suppose that, if Amaya was a woman in one of those mushy romances, she would have taken that moment to close the distance between her and Seivarden by sauntering seductively over to her, making the most of the closeness she'd just gained, and say something clever that would sound incredibly enticing with the husky rasp of her voice.

But Amaya was not one of those women, nor did she ever want to be, nor would she ever be.

Well...except for those few times when she was because she was gremlin-bit or the island thought it was funny.

This was not one of those times, and so Amaya just snorted, considering Seivarden with a smirk with her hands on her hips. "I'd love to," she said, "but there seems to be something in the way."

Briefly, she thought that she could probably sneak by her easily enough witha feigned distraction in the other direction, but Amaya wasn't so hopeless that she didn't know that impeding her movement wasn't quite the purpose of this particular blockade.