03-07-2012, 06:31 PM
It was what Caprica was beginning to think of as typical Alaki: the minute he turned his attention to her and heard her introductory remark about the traders, his first reaction was a glowering stare in their direction. She raised the point of the katana a little, scowling right back at the Rakeeb although he wasn't looking at her. Did it hurt him to be friendly once in a while? Actually, the shock probably would cause some damage, she thought with begrudging amusement. Of course the man had been pleasant enough when they first met, but he'd been with his daughter... and the encounter had lasted only a matter of minutes. Quite the brush off. Much as was happening again: his gaze was oblivious to her, still focused with intent upon the pair of coyote traders. Caprica settled for rolling her eyes dismissively, before letting them fall in a liquid manner to Alexander to return his quick greeting with a smile... but she hadn't even formed the word 'hello' when suddenly the sullen Rakeeb stepped past her, making the word stick in her throat. What was he doing now? Caprica grabbed for his arm as he passed her in his advances, but his Samurai movements were too swift for her and she could only gaze after him in disapproving dismay. What was he saying... con artists? She could only watch, her free hand resting on her hip while the other still held loosely the phoney katana.
Things blew up quickly enough, but despite Caprica preparing herself for a show - half wanting to join in but not understanding fully what point her leader was making - the dispatchment of the traders was brutally quick. They got up to flee, and she noted with a cool, calculating eye - even as Alaki rounded on her - that the coyote traders weren't stopping within the boundary of the festival: they were surely just outsiders who had chosen a bad day to pass through. Anathemans didn't play around.
With this thought still fading from her mind, she slowly lowered her gaze onto the decidedly savage approach of Alaki. This was not quite the conventional chivalric rescue, she noted: he seemed as ready to rip into her as anybody. She didn't blame him: his knowledge of the weapons far outstripped hers, and she had been impulsive in desiring the blade from the untrustworthy strangers. She wasn't going to let him walk all over her, but he was right - and it was quite amazing how the Rakeeb's full attention had been brought upon her for the first time, only in the throes of anger. He would never have a reason to look at her twice any other time, Caprica knew, but now, although her mistake was being punished out of proportion by his harshly-delivered words, she appreciated the sentiment, no matter how it was framed. He'd looked out for her, he'd helped her - even if it was purely from his desire to shout at her afterwards, which Caprica supposed was always possible. She didn't really mind: the worst thing was disappointment in learning that her sword was faulty. At least she still had her gems, though. And her horse.
"Oh yeah?" she retorted, "Well, I ain't an expert like yourself, so I'm sorry. Maybe if you spent some time explaining this stuff rather than hiding away doing… whatever you do… I'd know better!" she continued, knowing full well he didn't hide - especially from her - it was only pack business and the size of the territory that meant they rarely ran into one another. Still, she found herself wishing now that they'd been more sociable in the past. She could benefit from his expertise. She would have to make more of an effort in the future. Despite his current behaviour. "But thanks. You saved me some shit there." She sighed, not able to muster up any real venom in her defence. She deserved his hard words. She looked contemplatively at the sword in her hand, the wide hilt and dull-grey blade. "Is it really useless?" Caprica lifted it to eye level, realising the edge was indeed blunt when seen up close. Surely that could be fixed, though?
Things blew up quickly enough, but despite Caprica preparing herself for a show - half wanting to join in but not understanding fully what point her leader was making - the dispatchment of the traders was brutally quick. They got up to flee, and she noted with a cool, calculating eye - even as Alaki rounded on her - that the coyote traders weren't stopping within the boundary of the festival: they were surely just outsiders who had chosen a bad day to pass through. Anathemans didn't play around.
With this thought still fading from her mind, she slowly lowered her gaze onto the decidedly savage approach of Alaki. This was not quite the conventional chivalric rescue, she noted: he seemed as ready to rip into her as anybody. She didn't blame him: his knowledge of the weapons far outstripped hers, and she had been impulsive in desiring the blade from the untrustworthy strangers. She wasn't going to let him walk all over her, but he was right - and it was quite amazing how the Rakeeb's full attention had been brought upon her for the first time, only in the throes of anger. He would never have a reason to look at her twice any other time, Caprica knew, but now, although her mistake was being punished out of proportion by his harshly-delivered words, she appreciated the sentiment, no matter how it was framed. He'd looked out for her, he'd helped her - even if it was purely from his desire to shout at her afterwards, which Caprica supposed was always possible. She didn't really mind: the worst thing was disappointment in learning that her sword was faulty. At least she still had her gems, though. And her horse.
"Oh yeah?" she retorted, "Well, I ain't an expert like yourself, so I'm sorry. Maybe if you spent some time explaining this stuff rather than hiding away doing… whatever you do… I'd know better!" she continued, knowing full well he didn't hide - especially from her - it was only pack business and the size of the territory that meant they rarely ran into one another. Still, she found herself wishing now that they'd been more sociable in the past. She could benefit from his expertise. She would have to make more of an effort in the future. Despite his current behaviour. "But thanks. You saved me some shit there." She sighed, not able to muster up any real venom in her defence. She deserved his hard words. She looked contemplatively at the sword in her hand, the wide hilt and dull-grey blade. "Is it really useless?" Caprica lifted it to eye level, realising the edge was indeed blunt when seen up close. Surely that could be fixed, though?