"Enough! I will not tolerate any further disrespect in my house!" Unzan raised both his voice and himself. He stood up, his corpulent shape towering above the Xaela. A hand moved quickly to one of his daggers, which he used to point in the direction of his unarmed guest, menacing. “You dare to despise the kindness we have offered by saving your life. Were you not still recovering, I’d gladly grant your wish and undo my daughter’s gift with a single cut in your throat.â€
Behind him, Yura didn't move from the doorway, nor did her expression change even slightly. She was a mere spectator, submissive and respectful to her father.
“However, unlike you, ‘my kind’ knows of honour,†Unzan added, lowering his weapon. Albeit anger hadn’t disappeared from his features, he was clearly in control of his emotions, no matter how ungrateful the other male had been. He turned his back to their guest, ready to leave, and gave his daughter a last glance. “You asked for three suns; I’ll give you two. I want him gone by the third.â€
His measured steps could be heard next as he walked away from the room. The female remained there for another moment, her body half turned away with a hand holding her other arm. As she stared at the now empty corridor, she might have even looked melancholic-- almost wounded.
There was a moment of silence between them, perhaps the first of many. Then, a soft voice, still unfamiliar to the Xaela.
“…Do you believe in fate?â€
She asked as her eyes stared into nothingness, away from him.
Behind him, Yura didn't move from the doorway, nor did her expression change even slightly. She was a mere spectator, submissive and respectful to her father.
“However, unlike you, ‘my kind’ knows of honour,†Unzan added, lowering his weapon. Albeit anger hadn’t disappeared from his features, he was clearly in control of his emotions, no matter how ungrateful the other male had been. He turned his back to their guest, ready to leave, and gave his daughter a last glance. “You asked for three suns; I’ll give you two. I want him gone by the third.â€
His measured steps could be heard next as he walked away from the room. The female remained there for another moment, her body half turned away with a hand holding her other arm. As she stared at the now empty corridor, she might have even looked melancholic-- almost wounded.
There was a moment of silence between them, perhaps the first of many. Then, a soft voice, still unfamiliar to the Xaela.
“…Do you believe in fate?â€
She asked as her eyes stared into nothingness, away from him.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
