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22.Mar.12, 09:27 AM
"I do so like someone who knows what they want." It made them much easier to deal with, since Jada liked being a people-pleaser; Clear desires and instructions made it considerably easier to do do as requested. "Do you have a list you can give me, or would you rather get the tour while I dig things out for you? I highly suggest the tour, I've been told I missed my calling in life. Telling stories, however, was always my mother's forte, not mine." Would he be able to tell her something of her mother, perhaps? Or her brother? Chances weren't good even a Harper would be able to tell her of what had happened to her other siblings. They hadn't exactly been close after the other three left Harper Hall. Fiona hadn't even come back when father died. So even if Valerian could eventually bring himself to remember them, chances of there being any reliable news on anyone but Litir and her mother was slim.
His brow was quirked, but she didn't think she saw any recognition in those green eyes of his. Not surprising at all, actually. She looked more like her father for coloring, and Valerian would have spent more time with Szelem than Mikael, anyway. Her father had enjoyed a severe lack of patience for teaching. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Valerian," Jada's voice was rife with mischief, and she couldn't hide it. Why bother? On one hand, she desperately wanted to play with him and see if he would try and remember her, but her memories of the boy he had been said no. Somehow, gauging by the bland look on his face, she didn't think that had changed any. Her memory was rife with days of he and Litir sequestering themselves away, and more than once slamming doors on her fingers when she tried to come in and spend time with them.
She clucked her tongue thoughtfully, amused. As her father had told her 'The more things change, the more they stay the same.' Maybe Katila was a little more the same than she'd thought. It would be interesting to see how long it took him to connect her to her brother, and from there to connect her to the gangly little girl she'd been. She spun, chomping on her bottom lip forcefully and walked across the room to collect the cloth she'd dropped, setting it on her desk. A few more minor touch-ups, and she was ready to go. She'd just shut the door when she left, and it would be fine. "Alright." she said at last, and walked to the door. As she walked by, she reached out, intending to pinch his cheek lightly. "Lets see what I can do you for."
His brow was quirked, but she didn't think she saw any recognition in those green eyes of his. Not surprising at all, actually. She looked more like her father for coloring, and Valerian would have spent more time with Szelem than Mikael, anyway. Her father had enjoyed a severe lack of patience for teaching. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Valerian," Jada's voice was rife with mischief, and she couldn't hide it. Why bother? On one hand, she desperately wanted to play with him and see if he would try and remember her, but her memories of the boy he had been said no. Somehow, gauging by the bland look on his face, she didn't think that had changed any. Her memory was rife with days of he and Litir sequestering themselves away, and more than once slamming doors on her fingers when she tried to come in and spend time with them.
She clucked her tongue thoughtfully, amused. As her father had told her 'The more things change, the more they stay the same.' Maybe Katila was a little more the same than she'd thought. It would be interesting to see how long it took him to connect her to her brother, and from there to connect her to the gangly little girl she'd been. She spun, chomping on her bottom lip forcefully and walked across the room to collect the cloth she'd dropped, setting it on her desk. A few more minor touch-ups, and she was ready to go. She'd just shut the door when she left, and it would be fine. "Alright." she said at last, and walked to the door. As she walked by, she reached out, intending to pinch his cheek lightly. "Lets see what I can do you for."
