30.May.13, 12:11 AM
Kira noticed him taking a seat. Fantastic. Settling in like that meant he intended to stay. That was the last thing she wanted! He was irritating and... truthfully, Kira was a touch frightened by his presence. Any man that decided to hang onto a lone woman was probably up to no good, and Kira could see and hear that they were both alone at this point. However, Warkhim seemed content to chatter at her, letting drop things like where he worked and his Craft. Not that she cared a whit about either of those.
No, scratch that - she cared enough because that meant she could avoid him. She kept a gentle, inquisitive look on her face as he spoke, hoping to catch a few other tidbits like that. However, Kira was out of luck. All she got for her trouble was an offer of a tour should she ever come to the Archives. Giving him a noncommittal shrug and smile, Kira made a note to herself to never go to the Archives if she could help it. Not that it would be that much trouble, since drudges allowed there were few and far between and greatly trusted because of the delicacy of the work that had to be done. She was not one of the lucky few. However, it did irritate her that it also meant she'd have to avoid the library. While she couldn't care less about the Archives, Kira happened to enjoy reading, and was disappointed that she'd have to curtail her occasional excursions there.
She strode over to the hearth where the cooks had left foodstains from the evening meal. Ugh, that was particularly disgusting. Getting on her hands and knees, Kira scrubbed at them as she continued to listen to him talk. Well, ask a question, at least. It perked her up immediately, and Kira looked at Warkhim with a proud grin. "Inf-firmary!" her grin nearly faltered as she realized she'd let him onto where she normally worked. A quick decision was made on her next words. "Get to w-work bes-s-side my Betrothed, Falon. H-he's a Healer." That should put the tall man off of her trail! He wouldn't possibly go after someone who was betrothed. She hoped so, at least.
Either way, he still wasn't budging, and Kira noticed him fidgeting with the bottle of wine. Ah! She got off her knees and tossed the rag into a small pile in a corner, then rinsed off her hands. If he was eager for wine and company, then she would oblige. But company would only be company. Warkhim could drink while she worked, and Kira would listen. It seemed he wasn't going to go any other way. So with the biggest, brightest smile she could muster, Kira grasped a freshly-washed wine goblet and offered it to him. He would have the complete set of things he needed to enjoy his wine, and perhaps that would satisfy him and get him to leave, especially since he had made it clear that his intention was to enjoy it and she wasn't partaking. He would easily find a willing drinking partner somewhere else.
No, scratch that - she cared enough because that meant she could avoid him. She kept a gentle, inquisitive look on her face as he spoke, hoping to catch a few other tidbits like that. However, Kira was out of luck. All she got for her trouble was an offer of a tour should she ever come to the Archives. Giving him a noncommittal shrug and smile, Kira made a note to herself to never go to the Archives if she could help it. Not that it would be that much trouble, since drudges allowed there were few and far between and greatly trusted because of the delicacy of the work that had to be done. She was not one of the lucky few. However, it did irritate her that it also meant she'd have to avoid the library. While she couldn't care less about the Archives, Kira happened to enjoy reading, and was disappointed that she'd have to curtail her occasional excursions there.
She strode over to the hearth where the cooks had left foodstains from the evening meal. Ugh, that was particularly disgusting. Getting on her hands and knees, Kira scrubbed at them as she continued to listen to him talk. Well, ask a question, at least. It perked her up immediately, and Kira looked at Warkhim with a proud grin. "Inf-firmary!" her grin nearly faltered as she realized she'd let him onto where she normally worked. A quick decision was made on her next words. "Get to w-work bes-s-side my Betrothed, Falon. H-he's a Healer." That should put the tall man off of her trail! He wouldn't possibly go after someone who was betrothed. She hoped so, at least.
Either way, he still wasn't budging, and Kira noticed him fidgeting with the bottle of wine. Ah! She got off her knees and tossed the rag into a small pile in a corner, then rinsed off her hands. If he was eager for wine and company, then she would oblige. But company would only be company. Warkhim could drink while she worked, and Kira would listen. It seemed he wasn't going to go any other way. So with the biggest, brightest smile she could muster, Kira grasped a freshly-washed wine goblet and offered it to him. He would have the complete set of things he needed to enjoy his wine, and perhaps that would satisfy him and get him to leave, especially since he had made it clear that his intention was to enjoy it and she wasn't partaking. He would easily find a willing drinking partner somewhere else.