Post by kevna on Sept 8, 2021 11:51:08 GMT -5
Siorreya - Green Amagetith; G'der - Blue Chizaith
“Siorreya!” His voice cut through the morning crowd, and she looked over her shoulder at him, glaring. Amagetith had warned her he had arrived, and she had led him on a merry enough chase. She could see it in the set of his shoulders that he was annoyed with her. Good.
“Oh, were you looking for me?” She asked innocently, eyes wide with false surprise.
“I was. Seems that Amagetith kept getting your location wrong.” His voice was wry, his blue eyes sparkling.
“Are you sure? I do move around a lot.” She smirked at him, and to prove her point kept walking through the Harbor Cave. Her morning had been so pleasant before he had arrived.
“Do you? I wish you would stop avoiding me. Can’t you tell I’m serious about wanting to get to know you? Maz’ru’s willing to give me another shot.” His indignant tone having no affect on her.
“And can’t you see that I seriously don’t care?” She smiled nice and big and fake at him, her voice falsely positive.
“Please Sio.” She stopped at the nickname, looking at him closely. “You don’t get to call me that.” She murmured dangerously quiet.
“Then let’s talk, you can set the rules. Maybe privately?” His voice was a little strained, and she looked around, noting the onlookers passing judgmental glances.
“Why? Afraid they’ll all know that you shirked your responsibilities, and left me to the care of an old frail woman mourning the loss of her daughter?” She said the words louder, giving him a satisfied look. “If you’re too embarrassed, you could always walk away. You were always good at that.” She smiled, more genuinely amused.
“How many times do I have to apologize about that? I’m changed.” He emphasized the words, and she chuckled. “You used to tell my mother that too every time you came back. I don’t think you are truly capable of change.” She said the words matter of fact. A hard grip on her bicep turned her viciously towards the tall man who had fathered her.
“You don’t know me girl. How dare you speak to me, your father, that way.” His anger was clear now in the way her towered over her. She reacted, pinching the soft flesh at his wrist, causing him to swear and break his hold on her.
“How dare I?” She shook her head, amazed at his gall. “How dare you!” She said vehemently, her finger coming up and poking him in the chest.
“You broke me. I was a seven turn-old mourning the loss of my mother, and you broke me.” She hissed at him fiercely, shocked to feel tears filling her eyes. She closed the blue orbs, willing the tears to retreat. One escaped and she angrily swiped the tear away, before opening her eyes to stare at him coldly. He looked at a loss as to what to say, though she was sure she saw traces of anger in his face still. “And thank Faranth that you did. Because you broke me, I was able to rebuild myself. I learned a valuable lesson, and no one will ever be able to hurt me the way that you did then. Not even you, G’der. Not even you.” She had controlled her voice, she remained stoic, calculated. She knew there were onlookers watching this argument, that she and G’der were making a spectacle, and she didn’t care.
Her words had made an impact even on herself. They were a reminder as to why Podrell was such a danger to her. He had somehow managed to get into her walls and was in a place where he could very well push one down if he chose. How had that happened? How could she have been so flitter-brained? She was close to making the same mistake her mother had, falling for a man outside of her world. The valuable lesson to never trust a man she had learned from her father, she was so close to ignoring. “Are you done? Because I am. So why don’t you stop being an inconvenience to me,” She threw his words from so long ago back at him, “and go find Maz’ru, I’m sure he’d love to see the wayward father.” The mockery in her voice was harsh, even to her own ears. She turned to walk away and found her step falter when G’der’s next words touched her mind and reminded her of a mystery long wondered.
“Don’t you want to know why your mother named you Siorreya?”
The silence seemed unending, the interior war within her tearing her two ways. To say she wasn’t interested in knowing that truth was a lie. But from him? Did she really want that answer from him? She shook her head, and looked at him over her shoulder, and the look triumph was enough to help her make the decision.
“Not from you.”
Walking away was too difficult. He had found her weakness, and even though she hadn’t given in this time, she knew that he knew it. It was only a matter of time before she gave in.
