21.Apr.18, 08:54 AM
Xyliah smiled, bemused, as Jalazmar settled himself on the floor before her. She was surprised by how relaxed and casual he was; her brothers would never have been so informal around her! She supposed that was because she was their sister, but she’d certainly never caught her father sitting on the floor at her mother’s feet! “Do you need a cushion?” she asked, her lips tilting into a playful but slightly wary smile as she tested the waters when it came to teasing him. He was certainly not appearing to be an overly serious man!
The comment about his brother had a fleeting furrow between Xyliah’s brows appearing, though the girl herself was unaware of the change in her expression as Jalazmar continued his line of thought and she smiled wryly. “I was simply on my way to my rooms to prepare for evening meal,” she said, twirling one hand airily in such a manner as to indicate that she had intended to take all the time in the world to prepare for said evening meal. She eyed him for a moment, before shrugging one shoulder almost to herself, and then continued.
“I spent much of the day being tortured by Lady Yanista,” she said, expression bemused. “As we tried out a few different hairstyles before finding one for the wedding,” she flushed a little, feeling that talking about the wedding with the man she was going to be marrying was forward somehow. “We decided on one, by the way, but not before I was sure the woman had made good on her attempt to have me bald.” Pouting slightly, Xyliah lifted a hand to her poor, abused head. “I don’t particularly care for wearing my hair up,” she added.
Resting her elbows on her thighs and her chin in her hands, she leaned forward, suddenly grinning at Jalazmar, though the expression was tinged with a playful naughtiness. “I talk a lot,” she explained, lifting her eyebrows slightly. “I do hope you’re not of a mind like my brothers,” she continued, eyeing him thoughtfully, as she modulated her tone. “’A woman should be seen, not heard!’” her voice was a rather amusing attempt at a man’s much deeper tone, her nose crinkled in distaste. She didn’t explain that she often went out of her way to be heard babbling around her silly brothers.
Before he could answer, she sat up straight and tilted her chin. She could take keeping her mouth shut, if it came to keeping things civil between them, but “I also have a cat.” Her firm tone made it quite clear the cat was not going anywhere without her. Or she without it.
The comment about his brother had a fleeting furrow between Xyliah’s brows appearing, though the girl herself was unaware of the change in her expression as Jalazmar continued his line of thought and she smiled wryly. “I was simply on my way to my rooms to prepare for evening meal,” she said, twirling one hand airily in such a manner as to indicate that she had intended to take all the time in the world to prepare for said evening meal. She eyed him for a moment, before shrugging one shoulder almost to herself, and then continued.
“I spent much of the day being tortured by Lady Yanista,” she said, expression bemused. “As we tried out a few different hairstyles before finding one for the wedding,” she flushed a little, feeling that talking about the wedding with the man she was going to be marrying was forward somehow. “We decided on one, by the way, but not before I was sure the woman had made good on her attempt to have me bald.” Pouting slightly, Xyliah lifted a hand to her poor, abused head. “I don’t particularly care for wearing my hair up,” she added.
Resting her elbows on her thighs and her chin in her hands, she leaned forward, suddenly grinning at Jalazmar, though the expression was tinged with a playful naughtiness. “I talk a lot,” she explained, lifting her eyebrows slightly. “I do hope you’re not of a mind like my brothers,” she continued, eyeing him thoughtfully, as she modulated her tone. “’A woman should be seen, not heard!’” her voice was a rather amusing attempt at a man’s much deeper tone, her nose crinkled in distaste. She didn’t explain that she often went out of her way to be heard babbling around her silly brothers.
Before he could answer, she sat up straight and tilted her chin. She could take keeping her mouth shut, if it came to keeping things civil between them, but “I also have a cat.” Her firm tone made it quite clear the cat was not going anywhere without her. Or she without it.