Yura's eyes remained lost on the corridor, her head turned away from the confused Xaela. The reply he'd chosen was still as aggressive as every other word he'd pronounced, dispelling any doubt. It was too soon for this.
A question for a question. It seemed that neither of them would obtain an answer that day. But it didn't matter; not yet. So she simply shook her head and stepped away, willing to rid the warrior from the Raen presence he so despised. Or at least, until her father's servants came to guard the room's entrance.
"Please rest."
That was all she said, all she was willing to say for the time being. She didn't look back at him even as she carefully slid the door close, disappearing behind wood and paper.
Soon, Nhogai might have noticed that he wasn't left completely alone with his thoughts. Half hidden underneath the futon he was sitting on, there was a strange and beautiful card. The image of a big tree could be seen above one word: 'Bole'.
A question for a question. It seemed that neither of them would obtain an answer that day. But it didn't matter; not yet. So she simply shook her head and stepped away, willing to rid the warrior from the Raen presence he so despised. Or at least, until her father's servants came to guard the room's entrance.
"Please rest."
That was all she said, all she was willing to say for the time being. She didn't look back at him even as she carefully slid the door close, disappearing behind wood and paper.
Soon, Nhogai might have noticed that he wasn't left completely alone with his thoughts. Half hidden underneath the futon he was sitting on, there was a strange and beautiful card. The image of a big tree could be seen above one word: 'Bole'.
Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)