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08.Jul.13, 03:41 AM
Kira was glad to move the book back to the safety of her lap when he went back to her bloodline like she had hoped. This was an uncomfortable topic no matter who she would speak of it with... if she ever felt like sharing it with anybody. Not even Falon knew about how she wished to be a Rider. That this man came uncomfortably close to finding it out - even if it was simply by having seen the book she read - made Kira want to disappear and never show her face to him again.
Though she was doubting he would let her go that easily. Warkhim seemed determined to ferret her out, if his feelings towards her prolonged wait to see him and even when he had wanted to speak to her in the kitchens was any indication.
However, Kira was willing to listen when he talked about her family line. Yes, yes, she knew that about her father. Common stock, she could have told him that! So what about her mother? "Ah." It was the only sound she could get out. His little revelation actually made her thoughts about it disperse for a few moments, leaving her slightly stunned. Okay, perhaps not entirely common stock.
She took a few moments to process what he had said even further. Not-so-common stock that was distantly related to Warkhim. Kira looked him over more carefully. The thought made her shudder a bit, to be truthful. Warkhim was a tad distasteful to her (though she had little to base her feelings on beyond his stolen wine, and that was terribly tenuous in terms of things to dislike someone for, and the bit of leering was not unusual with men either), and the thought that they shared any blood made her pray to Rukbat that whatever ill-nature he had gotten had been purged from her own body with her commoner ancestors' lines. Her one bit of happiness was knowing that they were only distantly related. Very. Distantly.
Kira raised her eyes to him and gave a brief smile. "S-so distant, doesn-n't matter much what mother-r's line is. Thank y-you for your time. In-nteresting." Her few words were intended to let him know that she didn't really care what her relation to the current Lord Holder was. After all, she wasn't a Noble and would never be. She would simply scrub pots for the rest of her life and that was that. But he had taken effort to track her down, and that was a kind (if completely wasteful) thing to do. Kira briefly wondered why he cared that much... or even at all... about what her lineage was, but that thought flew from her mind quickly.
Fingering the book, she stood, giving a respectful nod and small curtsey to the Harper, aware of his rank above her more than ever. Warkhim was barely removed from the line, and a Harper to boot! And she didn't really want to be around him regardless. "I w-will s-s-see you again, I'm sure," she murmured, prepared to leave, book clutched in her hands. Kira was ready to go back to the Harper who worked here, who was vaguely sympathetic and would let her borrow it without much fuss (though a stern warning or two was often given, regardless of the immaculate condition she brought all the books back in), and leave. What else did she need to know?
Though she was doubting he would let her go that easily. Warkhim seemed determined to ferret her out, if his feelings towards her prolonged wait to see him and even when he had wanted to speak to her in the kitchens was any indication.
However, Kira was willing to listen when he talked about her family line. Yes, yes, she knew that about her father. Common stock, she could have told him that! So what about her mother? "Ah." It was the only sound she could get out. His little revelation actually made her thoughts about it disperse for a few moments, leaving her slightly stunned. Okay, perhaps not entirely common stock.
She took a few moments to process what he had said even further. Not-so-common stock that was distantly related to Warkhim. Kira looked him over more carefully. The thought made her shudder a bit, to be truthful. Warkhim was a tad distasteful to her (though she had little to base her feelings on beyond his stolen wine, and that was terribly tenuous in terms of things to dislike someone for, and the bit of leering was not unusual with men either), and the thought that they shared any blood made her pray to Rukbat that whatever ill-nature he had gotten had been purged from her own body with her commoner ancestors' lines. Her one bit of happiness was knowing that they were only distantly related. Very. Distantly.
Kira raised her eyes to him and gave a brief smile. "S-so distant, doesn-n't matter much what mother-r's line is. Thank y-you for your time. In-nteresting." Her few words were intended to let him know that she didn't really care what her relation to the current Lord Holder was. After all, she wasn't a Noble and would never be. She would simply scrub pots for the rest of her life and that was that. But he had taken effort to track her down, and that was a kind (if completely wasteful) thing to do. Kira briefly wondered why he cared that much... or even at all... about what her lineage was, but that thought flew from her mind quickly.
Fingering the book, she stood, giving a respectful nod and small curtsey to the Harper, aware of his rank above her more than ever. Warkhim was barely removed from the line, and a Harper to boot! And she didn't really want to be around him regardless. "I w-will s-s-see you again, I'm sure," she murmured, prepared to leave, book clutched in her hands. Kira was ready to go back to the Harper who worked here, who was vaguely sympathetic and would let her borrow it without much fuss (though a stern warning or two was often given, regardless of the immaculate condition she brought all the books back in), and leave. What else did she need to know?
