Truthfully, D'hein didn't know how he felt about exiting D'ahl's apartment at the time that he had. He was sure that in the past he had left much more precarious situations in much worse ways, and obviously both women were furious with him. But the way that D'ahl had held D'aijeen was not a motherly way. The hands had been too low on her body, too desperate, hungry. It had been the hug of a lover. But D'ahl's face had been Antimony's face. The affection it expressed had been motherly, protective.
D'hein Tia shivered despite the hot desert winds, pulled on his robe in frustration. His body was steeped in that strange steely non-pain, hinting at injuries he couldn't discern. He would have to limp to the Dodo's in-home physicians and there ponder how next to affect this situation. Apparently confrontations with D'aijeen and D'ahl weren't going to work.
"This tower is off-limits to you," a voice said as D'hein proceeded off the bridge and into the suspended square. He looked up to see one of the Dodo Tribe's huntresses, garbed in exquisite white leather arm with silver studs, her imported Ishgardian lance falling to close off the bridge like a gate. "Do not return, D'hein Tia. We will inform D'Themia Nunh that you've been visiting."
Forcing himself to stand upright and trying to look as proud as he could while he was so battered, D'hein said, "That a rose such as yourself noticed my passage I am blessed. You may speak of me to whomever you will, but please describe me kindly, that I may be remembered at my best."
The woman answered deadpan, "I intend to inform him of your injury and humiliation as well."
D'hein frowned, but tried to sound gracious, "If it amuses you to do so, or him to hear it, then fine. I aim ever to please. Shall I perhaps exaggerate my limp and moan a bit as I head off to the physician?"
She made no facial expression but couldn't stop her tail from shifting behind her, ears twitching. "I would not stop you if you were in the mood to do so."
"Oh, great woe, that I am so broken!" D'hein said, stumbling weakly as he turned to walk away, and dragging one of his feet as though it were completely inoperable. "Shall I ever again know a day without pain? Is this justice? Oh, Thal, have you a place prepared?"
As the huntress watched, she smirked. Very briefly. Before returning to her place on watch of the commune.
D'hein Tia shivered despite the hot desert winds, pulled on his robe in frustration. His body was steeped in that strange steely non-pain, hinting at injuries he couldn't discern. He would have to limp to the Dodo's in-home physicians and there ponder how next to affect this situation. Apparently confrontations with D'aijeen and D'ahl weren't going to work.
"This tower is off-limits to you," a voice said as D'hein proceeded off the bridge and into the suspended square. He looked up to see one of the Dodo Tribe's huntresses, garbed in exquisite white leather arm with silver studs, her imported Ishgardian lance falling to close off the bridge like a gate. "Do not return, D'hein Tia. We will inform D'Themia Nunh that you've been visiting."
Forcing himself to stand upright and trying to look as proud as he could while he was so battered, D'hein said, "That a rose such as yourself noticed my passage I am blessed. You may speak of me to whomever you will, but please describe me kindly, that I may be remembered at my best."
The woman answered deadpan, "I intend to inform him of your injury and humiliation as well."
D'hein frowned, but tried to sound gracious, "If it amuses you to do so, or him to hear it, then fine. I aim ever to please. Shall I perhaps exaggerate my limp and moan a bit as I head off to the physician?"
She made no facial expression but couldn't stop her tail from shifting behind her, ears twitching. "I would not stop you if you were in the mood to do so."
"Oh, great woe, that I am so broken!" D'hein said, stumbling weakly as he turned to walk away, and dragging one of his feet as though it were completely inoperable. "Shall I ever again know a day without pain? Is this justice? Oh, Thal, have you a place prepared?"
As the huntress watched, she smirked. Very briefly. Before returning to her place on watch of the commune.
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