It was perhaps with the appearance of yet another stranger within the doorway that prevented Nhogai from pushing his luck even further with Unzan. The owner of the soft voice now commanded the warrior's attention as his sharp gaze quickly shifted away from the seated male to fall upon the form of a rather curious-looking Raen girl - different from the one he had briefly glimpsed earlier. Dark eyes fearlessly confronted those of ice and flame, which returned his curiosity with matching intent, neither one seemingly lacking any more than the other in their intensity.
He watched her closely for a few moments after that, searching deep through her mysterious eyes for any answer that might make more sense to him than these absurd suggestions of altruism — before Unzan would speak again and steal his glance once more.
"I wouldn't expect your kind to know the difference between embracing the inevitable and seeking it out" he soon after retorted his comment with a dismissive hiss, his eye lingering upon him for only a moment before returning back to the girl.
"For whatever reason you saw fit to aid to me, that was your own doing. I neither expected nor asked for it. I am in no-one's debt".
Little though was it his concern, it hadn't escaped his notice that this girl was significantly different from those he had known all his life. Unlike her father, a male whose biology had him naturally appear almost as intimidating as any Xaela, this girl had an unusually delicate and refined air about herself - greatly unlike that of those found on the plains whom know nothing other than a life of warring and scrapping for survival.
No, rather it would seem, she resembled something more akin to that of a figure of glass; something so delicate and pampered that could only be found in a place away from such dangers and hardships. Considering this alone, Nhogai might not have even awarded her nor her words a second of his thought for being so unworthy of respect, though in spite of her shatterable appearance, this particular girl had a very distinct aura about her... a fearless and knowing look that burned deep from within her unfittingly, vibrant eyes.... a look that would see Nhogai watching her closely with just as much mistrust and vigilance as he had with Unzan - perhaps even moreso.
However, most alerting of all was the manner in which she spoke. Merely watching her as he was now saw to it that her words continued echo'ing within his own mind; a question that, though on it's own was perhaps nothing out of the ordinary, to Nhogai however, carried with it a very, strange power, something which would strike him with both a crushing feeling of nostalgia, but also the feeling harboured animosity held against this one healer in particular.
This girl, Yura, something about her was off. It almost sounded as though she somehow knew of something that even Nhogai himself was struggling to recount... and the tone upon which her voice was carried, it reeked of intent.
He watched her closely for a few moments after that, searching deep through her mysterious eyes for any answer that might make more sense to him than these absurd suggestions of altruism — before Unzan would speak again and steal his glance once more.
"I wouldn't expect your kind to know the difference between embracing the inevitable and seeking it out" he soon after retorted his comment with a dismissive hiss, his eye lingering upon him for only a moment before returning back to the girl.
"For whatever reason you saw fit to aid to me, that was your own doing. I neither expected nor asked for it. I am in no-one's debt".
Little though was it his concern, it hadn't escaped his notice that this girl was significantly different from those he had known all his life. Unlike her father, a male whose biology had him naturally appear almost as intimidating as any Xaela, this girl had an unusually delicate and refined air about herself - greatly unlike that of those found on the plains whom know nothing other than a life of warring and scrapping for survival.
No, rather it would seem, she resembled something more akin to that of a figure of glass; something so delicate and pampered that could only be found in a place away from such dangers and hardships. Considering this alone, Nhogai might not have even awarded her nor her words a second of his thought for being so unworthy of respect, though in spite of her shatterable appearance, this particular girl had a very distinct aura about her... a fearless and knowing look that burned deep from within her unfittingly, vibrant eyes.... a look that would see Nhogai watching her closely with just as much mistrust and vigilance as he had with Unzan - perhaps even moreso.
However, most alerting of all was the manner in which she spoke. Merely watching her as he was now saw to it that her words continued echo'ing within his own mind; a question that, though on it's own was perhaps nothing out of the ordinary, to Nhogai however, carried with it a very, strange power, something which would strike him with both a crushing feeling of nostalgia, but also the feeling harboured animosity held against this one healer in particular.
This girl, Yura, something about her was off. It almost sounded as though she somehow knew of something that even Nhogai himself was struggling to recount... and the tone upon which her voice was carried, it reeked of intent.
Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)