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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 8:42 pm
"Well... this is the place to get your questions answered." She turned and walked back to her cousin, lowering her voice. "you can either ask me, or you can ask the Vhaid here." Satou turned and gave a look back to where Kyros was sitting. "We don't have to talk here either, we can go somewhere else if you want."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 8:57 pm
"Nor," he murmured after a beat, more to himself than either of the pair, and folded hid hands beneath his chin, "did you question why I did not interview you as I did your cousin." He seemed slightly put out by this fact, and for the moment fell silent, watching her curiously from behind his desk. However, his smile soon returned, and he nodded, addressing Satou's offer as he replied. "Very well, you will return home. However, before you go, I would be happy to answer any questions you might have to the best of my ability. You've seen the village, there's no point pretending it, and we, do not exist."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:09 pm
She looked away from Satou to face Kyros again. At first glance, she couldn't imagine that he was much older than her brother- his visage was hardly even as aged as her mother, who, though permanently refusing to disclose her age- was hardly ancient herself. And yet, through his actions, his gestures- even his voice, which sounded less trained to public speaking than naturally assimilated to it- he seemed ever so much older. When he spoke of her not speaking, though it was a simple statement, she heard instead a world of suggestion, reprimand, and gentle shove in a new direction. Rhea was aware that she had been led, and that it was the doing of this... Vhaid.
"You said you were the head of my rank. What does that mean?" She recognized that both he and Satou had placed some important on the matter of the village- the former to dangle its mention like some sort of sickly-sweet treat a parent knows will make their children sick to eat but can't hold it back from them anyway... and the latter as if forever hungry for the sickness. But that was for later. This... was for now.
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