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21.Jun.13, 09:59 PM
She nodded cautiously to his statement that she must be tired. That was true, and she was grateful for the shift in conversation. Kira was no real gossip. It just surprised her that he was willing to let her go so easily when he had been so eager to keep her there before. Oh, well. She wasn't about to look a gift runnerbeast in the mouth. Besides, he latched onto her lie about coming by the Archives.
Too well.
"I coul-ldn't take up y-your time with s-s-somethin-ng that un-nimportant. Nothing special in-n my family." Kira demurely deferred his offer as politely as she could. But he had been polite about it, and he was going to hold her to her promise, if his excitement about it was any indication. He had looked happy about it, darn it all! Excited! Oh, well. If she said yes, then perhaps she cuold get into the library unmolested. "But th-then again, could be in-nteres-s-sting. Father is Moran, mother S-senski. Thank y-you for the generous off-fer." She nodded at him in goodbye, then paused when he tucked his coat about him and offered her a walk home.
He was important enough that refusing this particular offer made her hesitate. Falon had already left for his home by this time of night, and her father would be awaiting her. And there was some truth to the idea that it wasn't entirely safe to be wandering about by herself. But if anyone saw her...? She scanned his face briefly. Old enough to be her father. No trouble there. "W-would be gratef-ful," she allowed. That was more polite than Kira really felt about it, but bucking his generosity felt like spitting in his face when, when all was said and done, he had been polite all night (if not a touch crude when bringing up the scandals).
Kira waited for him to join her, then started outside. She gave a shiver in the cool night air. Most anything green was turning colors and losing their leaves. It was pretty, but she couldn't bring herself to truly enjoy it when there were so many things looming in her mind. Warkhim was the least of it, really. "Jus-st a few blocks down," she murmured. Kira and her father lived above a leatherworking shop. It was a lovely little place for the two of them. But there was nothing left to say after that. She just walked forward, shaking slightly in the wind. It drove her a little closer to Warkhim, who was radiating warmth. It made her extremely uncomfortable, and she made note to bring something to wear over her dress next time. Or wear a heavier dress. Either way, something had to be done to keep this from happening again.
She'd just have to remember to stop by later this sevenday. The idea wasn't that attractive to her at all, but as someone who worked in the Archives, he might have the ability to bar her access to the library if she angered him. Kira wanted to avoid that at all costs.
Kira nodded at one of the shops as they went down the streets. It was completely nondescript, simply a building that happened to house her and her father, along with the shop down below. "Th-thank you. Goodnight." Simple, easy, and over with. Kira gave a bright smile at Warkhim as she started for the door.
Too well.
"I coul-ldn't take up y-your time with s-s-somethin-ng that un-nimportant. Nothing special in-n my family." Kira demurely deferred his offer as politely as she could. But he had been polite about it, and he was going to hold her to her promise, if his excitement about it was any indication. He had looked happy about it, darn it all! Excited! Oh, well. If she said yes, then perhaps she cuold get into the library unmolested. "But th-then again, could be in-nteres-s-sting. Father is Moran, mother S-senski. Thank y-you for the generous off-fer." She nodded at him in goodbye, then paused when he tucked his coat about him and offered her a walk home.
He was important enough that refusing this particular offer made her hesitate. Falon had already left for his home by this time of night, and her father would be awaiting her. And there was some truth to the idea that it wasn't entirely safe to be wandering about by herself. But if anyone saw her...? She scanned his face briefly. Old enough to be her father. No trouble there. "W-would be gratef-ful," she allowed. That was more polite than Kira really felt about it, but bucking his generosity felt like spitting in his face when, when all was said and done, he had been polite all night (if not a touch crude when bringing up the scandals).
Kira waited for him to join her, then started outside. She gave a shiver in the cool night air. Most anything green was turning colors and losing their leaves. It was pretty, but she couldn't bring herself to truly enjoy it when there were so many things looming in her mind. Warkhim was the least of it, really. "Jus-st a few blocks down," she murmured. Kira and her father lived above a leatherworking shop. It was a lovely little place for the two of them. But there was nothing left to say after that. She just walked forward, shaking slightly in the wind. It drove her a little closer to Warkhim, who was radiating warmth. It made her extremely uncomfortable, and she made note to bring something to wear over her dress next time. Or wear a heavier dress. Either way, something had to be done to keep this from happening again.
She'd just have to remember to stop by later this sevenday. The idea wasn't that attractive to her at all, but as someone who worked in the Archives, he might have the ability to bar her access to the library if she angered him. Kira wanted to avoid that at all costs.
Kira nodded at one of the shops as they went down the streets. It was completely nondescript, simply a building that happened to house her and her father, along with the shop down below. "Th-thank you. Goodnight." Simple, easy, and over with. Kira gave a bright smile at Warkhim as she started for the door.
