Everything Lyn did was perfect......Until he threw a smelly sack of bloody Ixal badges at the Matriarch.....
Kiht froze after that. Everyone froze after that. She certainly heard the well-spoken words from Lyn, but she could only begin to respond to him by slowly trying to crush his hand in a vice-grip.
Of all the boar-brained things to do. He needed to respectfully -hand- things to the Matriarch, not toss things at her as if she were his tavern buddy! Kiht would silently think to herself.
The Matriarch made no effort to catch the sack. She didn't even react to its gentle impact on her mid-section. The sack hit the ground and fell open. Some of the Ixal badges scattered out upon the ground. The Matriarch kept her ears directed at Lyn, but she looked down at the sack and its contents after it had hit the ground. A complete silence would follow Lyn's last words that answered her questions.
Night insects chirped, and a gentle breeze rustled the trees. The awkward silence was deafening as Kiht considered using both of her hands to crush Lyn's hand. Perhaps she would hear the satisfying crack of breaking bones.
“Bwahahahahahahahaha!!†Raih'a Kaatah boomed in laughter from the place he was standing. His loud voice shattered the silence. He had never gotten a chance to respond to Lyn's sarcastic jest, but he no longer felt wounded about that.
Kiht never got her chance to break Lyn's hand as her cousins came to the rescue. “Oh! Can I have one!?†Hahs'a Jakkya blurted out in excitement as he pointed to the Ixal badges on the ground. Alanah Jakkya wanted to quickly divert attention, so she crouched down to the sack and placed her lithe fingers on one of the badges. “Ixal insignia, from various troops. Looks as if there are more than a few dozen of them.†Alanah stated in a loud voice as if trying to announce her findings to the group.
Gasps shot up from the gathered group as members began mumbling to each other. The Matriarch slowly looked from the sack then back to Lyn's face. She raised an eyebrow to him, but her expression remained neutral.
“What an interesting hobby you have, Linn of the Khong family.†The Matriarch stated with a slight smirk. “Though, I must ask why you have a female name. Did you forget to add the suffix?â€The Matriarch asked him, plainly.
The group went silent once again. What had just happened? Did the Matriarch hear him wrong? Did he present himself in such a traditional way that she didn't assume his name was from a non-Keeper origin? Was she jesting? Kiht had no clue. Her eyes widened in surprise. She wanted to speak out, and she had the traditional right to do so. However, she wanted Lyn to answer the question. Kiht would do -anything- to make sure Lyn left a good impression on the group. She would even support a lie at this point.
Kiht only saw that Lyn had two choices to make. He could accept the Matriarch's mistake, and say that his name was Linn'a Khong or Linn'to Khong. Or, he could correct the Matriarch, and clarify his origin. If there were any other options before him, Kiht couldn't think of them. She looked to Lyn with a concerned expression. “Whatever you choose to say, just, for the love of the Twelve, do not toss anything else at her...†Kiht whispered to him. She would support whatever choice he made.
Kiht froze after that. Everyone froze after that. She certainly heard the well-spoken words from Lyn, but she could only begin to respond to him by slowly trying to crush his hand in a vice-grip.
Of all the boar-brained things to do. He needed to respectfully -hand- things to the Matriarch, not toss things at her as if she were his tavern buddy! Kiht would silently think to herself.
The Matriarch made no effort to catch the sack. She didn't even react to its gentle impact on her mid-section. The sack hit the ground and fell open. Some of the Ixal badges scattered out upon the ground. The Matriarch kept her ears directed at Lyn, but she looked down at the sack and its contents after it had hit the ground. A complete silence would follow Lyn's last words that answered her questions.
Night insects chirped, and a gentle breeze rustled the trees. The awkward silence was deafening as Kiht considered using both of her hands to crush Lyn's hand. Perhaps she would hear the satisfying crack of breaking bones.
“Bwahahahahahahahaha!!†Raih'a Kaatah boomed in laughter from the place he was standing. His loud voice shattered the silence. He had never gotten a chance to respond to Lyn's sarcastic jest, but he no longer felt wounded about that.
Kiht never got her chance to break Lyn's hand as her cousins came to the rescue. “Oh! Can I have one!?†Hahs'a Jakkya blurted out in excitement as he pointed to the Ixal badges on the ground. Alanah Jakkya wanted to quickly divert attention, so she crouched down to the sack and placed her lithe fingers on one of the badges. “Ixal insignia, from various troops. Looks as if there are more than a few dozen of them.†Alanah stated in a loud voice as if trying to announce her findings to the group.
Gasps shot up from the gathered group as members began mumbling to each other. The Matriarch slowly looked from the sack then back to Lyn's face. She raised an eyebrow to him, but her expression remained neutral.
“What an interesting hobby you have, Linn of the Khong family.†The Matriarch stated with a slight smirk. “Though, I must ask why you have a female name. Did you forget to add the suffix?â€The Matriarch asked him, plainly.
The group went silent once again. What had just happened? Did the Matriarch hear him wrong? Did he present himself in such a traditional way that she didn't assume his name was from a non-Keeper origin? Was she jesting? Kiht had no clue. Her eyes widened in surprise. She wanted to speak out, and she had the traditional right to do so. However, she wanted Lyn to answer the question. Kiht would do -anything- to make sure Lyn left a good impression on the group. She would even support a lie at this point.
Kiht only saw that Lyn had two choices to make. He could accept the Matriarch's mistake, and say that his name was Linn'a Khong or Linn'to Khong. Or, he could correct the Matriarch, and clarify his origin. If there were any other options before him, Kiht couldn't think of them. She looked to Lyn with a concerned expression. “Whatever you choose to say, just, for the love of the Twelve, do not toss anything else at her...†Kiht whispered to him. She would support whatever choice he made.
