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06.Sep.13, 02:40 PM
Kira stood, looking particularly distressed and overtly overwhelmed, and stuttered a strained goodbye. At least this time she had the decency to express gratitude for Warkhim's interest in her situation. Not every Harper at Telgar would bother with a no-name drudge and her grating speech impediment. Though Warkhim's own motives had been a touch more physically charged at the start, that had abruptly changed when he fully realized their relation. Granted, there were a slew of high-born Telgarians married to their cousins, and at least one instance in the last century in which half-siblings had married, blessedly without procreating.
He arched a brow at Kira and drawled, "I think that is a wise decision."
Even he wouldn't expect a small-minded woman to be capable of making a life-altering decision on the fly, particularly one as heavily-weighed with emotion as Kira seemed to be. It was clear her infatuation with Falon still clouded her logic, if she had any logic in the first place, but the Archivist would do his best to guide her to a more amenable husband of a higher station. No one could say he was unkind to his cousin and, even barring the positive boost to his reputation his graciousness would afford him, Kira would owe him for his numerous favors. He'd be certain to remind her who first extended a helping hand in her direction.
He nodded again as she left, watching hawkishly as she disappeared between the stacks. Warkhim stood to his full height, looming over his desk, the scattered scrolls, and bookmarked tomes, and his dark eyes settled on the novel Kira had picked from the stacks laying forgotten on the wooden surface. Lifting the book of dragon lore he smirked at the topic, thinking it was rather predictable of the lowborn (well, mostly lowborn) girl to dream of an era long passed, one full of draconic wonders now thankfully extinct.
Still, he'd have to return her moronic book, and that meant a trip to her father's home above the leatherworking shop. "I'll be seeing you, Kira," he muttered, slipping the novel into his top drawer.
He arched a brow at Kira and drawled, "I think that is a wise decision."
Even he wouldn't expect a small-minded woman to be capable of making a life-altering decision on the fly, particularly one as heavily-weighed with emotion as Kira seemed to be. It was clear her infatuation with Falon still clouded her logic, if she had any logic in the first place, but the Archivist would do his best to guide her to a more amenable husband of a higher station. No one could say he was unkind to his cousin and, even barring the positive boost to his reputation his graciousness would afford him, Kira would owe him for his numerous favors. He'd be certain to remind her who first extended a helping hand in her direction.
He nodded again as she left, watching hawkishly as she disappeared between the stacks. Warkhim stood to his full height, looming over his desk, the scattered scrolls, and bookmarked tomes, and his dark eyes settled on the novel Kira had picked from the stacks laying forgotten on the wooden surface. Lifting the book of dragon lore he smirked at the topic, thinking it was rather predictable of the lowborn (well, mostly lowborn) girl to dream of an era long passed, one full of draconic wonders now thankfully extinct.
Still, he'd have to return her moronic book, and that meant a trip to her father's home above the leatherworking shop. "I'll be seeing you, Kira," he muttered, slipping the novel into his top drawer.
