She was slightly disappointed to find her questions were left unanswered though she noticed a slight change in his facial expressions with each one, almost as if he was responding to each within his mind. She thought she caught a distant look of longing. One she recognized. It was the spell of the past, always floating just beyond the vision. A ghost you could spend a lifetime chasing. As she pondered this, it struck her that the two had more in common than she had originally thought. Both had lost their kin in different ways. Both could not return to the way things once were. Azura frowned, uncertain if she wanted to feel empathy towards someone who seemed to hold no value in the lives of others. She looked away, forcing her eyes to her lap instead, pretending to be suddenly fascinated by the swathes of opaque silk that clung to her pale and ink splattered thighs.
Stop me, is it? The rhetorical question forced her to return her gaze, accidentally locking onto his at the same moment his sought to study hers. Pools of green hardened, a spark of silver ignited, betraying the sudden elevation of her heart. But there was something else. A quiet fierceness that begged to be released. Embers that when stoked might easily spread into a wildfire. She nodded in the face of that glint of amusement, a faint smudges of pink and crimson rising to her cheeks when his eyes did not move, when his gaze instead lingered. Still uncertain of his true intentions, she refused to look away. To do so might show him that she was easily intimidated or worse, weak.
Still, she was relieved when she dismissed the idea of flames. He reached for his drink, allowing her relief from the intensity of his stare and she let out an accidental breath of relief. There was something both intoxicating and dangerous about those eyes and the way they perused her. However, her solace did not last long.
"What else does this world have to offer.." She had begun to reply to his statement when her words died in her throat. Her blush deepened as she stared at the question.
"I.. Uh.. Er.." She stammered, trying to formulate a response. Was he asking her to dance or if she knew how to? She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought. She might have preferred if he had simply lunged across the table at her and tried to place a dagger through her neck than place in such a predicament. She only knew the rhythms of her people, bare feet and hips swaying before the blaze of a fire or candle light. Back before she had learned to be afraid of such things. Azura glanced towards those that danced, some alone and some together in steps that seemed foreign and strange.
"I have not done so since I was but a child.." She said. "...and I am sure it is nothing like the dancing done in this world. And besides, would you really want to be seen dancing with a savage?" She teased awkwardly, a glimmer of sarcasm and amusement hiding in her tone. It did seem slightly humourous. The image of someone so regal and refined swaying beside a barefooted and barely dressed girl. One who had not yet even noticed she carried with her a collection of leaves and twigs, caught in the coils of her hair.
Zyndyrr K'yoshin
Stop me, is it? The rhetorical question forced her to return her gaze, accidentally locking onto his at the same moment his sought to study hers. Pools of green hardened, a spark of silver ignited, betraying the sudden elevation of her heart. But there was something else. A quiet fierceness that begged to be released. Embers that when stoked might easily spread into a wildfire. She nodded in the face of that glint of amusement, a faint smudges of pink and crimson rising to her cheeks when his eyes did not move, when his gaze instead lingered. Still uncertain of his true intentions, she refused to look away. To do so might show him that she was easily intimidated or worse, weak.
Still, she was relieved when she dismissed the idea of flames. He reached for his drink, allowing her relief from the intensity of his stare and she let out an accidental breath of relief. There was something both intoxicating and dangerous about those eyes and the way they perused her. However, her solace did not last long.
"What else does this world have to offer.." She had begun to reply to his statement when her words died in her throat. Her blush deepened as she stared at the question.
"I.. Uh.. Er.." She stammered, trying to formulate a response. Was he asking her to dance or if she knew how to? She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought. She might have preferred if he had simply lunged across the table at her and tried to place a dagger through her neck than place in such a predicament. She only knew the rhythms of her people, bare feet and hips swaying before the blaze of a fire or candle light. Back before she had learned to be afraid of such things. Azura glanced towards those that danced, some alone and some together in steps that seemed foreign and strange.
"I have not done so since I was but a child.." She said. "...and I am sure it is nothing like the dancing done in this world. And besides, would you really want to be seen dancing with a savage?" She teased awkwardly, a glimmer of sarcasm and amusement hiding in her tone. It did seem slightly humourous. The image of someone so regal and refined swaying beside a barefooted and barely dressed girl. One who had not yet even noticed she carried with her a collection of leaves and twigs, caught in the coils of her hair.
Zyndyrr K'yoshin
