06-17-2011, 02:09 AM
ooc +3
The longer she lingered under her uncle's harsh gaze, the more she wanted to disappear up her own existence. Giza was prone to the distinct impression there would be no pleasing Cotl. It was unnerving to encounter anyone she hadn't the slightest hope of winning over, but the rust colored father to her sister was a particularly disheartening case. During her lengthy trek to the Americas, as her ship was tossed about in dark seas, she allowed herself to entertain fantasies of being welcomed by the men who'd sired her and her siblings. In retrospect, these dreams were unfounded childish - the kind of soft-willed fodder Lorelei would have scolded her for had she been in her company.
At least with his female counterpart there was hope. Giza's slight chest swelled with pride and satisfaction at the smallest cue that she had provided a suitable answer. Her tail moved in reflexive mimicry of her inquisitor's - though she was quick to still it. She was hesitant to believe her induction was that easy, and that she'd soon see herself working under an Inferni distinguished by her kindness. Giza kept her enthusiasm in careful check. Cotl was of assistance in this.
His question, as simple as it was, could potentially lead to uncomfortable territories if properly followed. As she mulled over her answer, her eyes fell to the pair's linked fingers. Even the small sign of affection stirred envious longing in the pits of her stomach, and she quickly averted her eyes elsewhere.
"Leipzig." She answered. Though she suspected that wasn't the response the man was after, but where she'd wandered between her birthplace and her arrival at their borders. "Rechtsfolge bei Tod."
Giza hadn't the slightest what kind of relations lingered between Cotl and his former clan, but given she'd been ejected on basis of loose affiliation to him, she suspected they weren't warm.
The longer she lingered under her uncle's harsh gaze, the more she wanted to disappear up her own existence. Giza was prone to the distinct impression there would be no pleasing Cotl. It was unnerving to encounter anyone she hadn't the slightest hope of winning over, but the rust colored father to her sister was a particularly disheartening case. During her lengthy trek to the Americas, as her ship was tossed about in dark seas, she allowed herself to entertain fantasies of being welcomed by the men who'd sired her and her siblings. In retrospect, these dreams were unfounded childish - the kind of soft-willed fodder Lorelei would have scolded her for had she been in her company.
At least with his female counterpart there was hope. Giza's slight chest swelled with pride and satisfaction at the smallest cue that she had provided a suitable answer. Her tail moved in reflexive mimicry of her inquisitor's - though she was quick to still it. She was hesitant to believe her induction was that easy, and that she'd soon see herself working under an Inferni distinguished by her kindness. Giza kept her enthusiasm in careful check. Cotl was of assistance in this.
His question, as simple as it was, could potentially lead to uncomfortable territories if properly followed. As she mulled over her answer, her eyes fell to the pair's linked fingers. Even the small sign of affection stirred envious longing in the pits of her stomach, and she quickly averted her eyes elsewhere.
"Leipzig." She answered. Though she suspected that wasn't the response the man was after, but where she'd wandered between her birthplace and her arrival at their borders. "Rechtsfolge bei Tod."
Giza hadn't the slightest what kind of relations lingered between Cotl and his former clan, but given she'd been ejected on basis of loose affiliation to him, she suspected they weren't warm.