Her toes throbbed from their contact with what seemed to be a hammer, but Shiloh did little more than grimace after her initial outburst, recovering from her compromised balance. Months ago, the recoil might have sent her sprawling on the floor, but training as a fighter had given her good enough pain tolerance and reflexes to recover without too much incident—other than that pathetic little squeak. She started to curl her lip at the offending tool before she heard a snicker from a short ways down the hall, at which point she flat-out scowled. Already her crude image of him as an illegitimate whelp haphazardly raised by a single father began to swell, at least until she could make out his dark form coming closer and heard his greeting.
And you must be Temeraire, my bastard nephew, Shiloh thought before immediately feeling guilty as he wagged his tail and reached out for her, proving that, while perhaps born out of wedlock, he was Saul’s son and that was most important in his upbringing. She took a tiny step back but dipped her head as thanks for the offer, wanting to show that she could take care of herself and that she wasn’t, at least, the same girl Saul had known as his sister before.
“It’s nice to actually meet you,” she said aloud, a smile flickering across her lips. Her cerulean eyes darted over him: his dark Stormbringer’s eyes, his black coat accented with hints of white, and the muscle and bone structure underneath these colors. “You look like your father,” she murmured, a bit out of wonderment, but she decided that he looked a bit like Gideon, too, if only for his dark coat.
Realizing that she was letting the seconds tick by in silence, she pushed some of her blonde hair out of her face and glanced around at the hall. “This place is really nice,” she commented, peering at the long table and the great hearth at the end of it. “Did you all work on this?” She wasn’t quite sure how long Vinátta had been around, or how much time they’d spent constructing this part of the village.
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Crappypost. :C
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