Fugitive Run [j][aw]
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Observation was not so much a pleasure as it was a carefully cultivated impulse - one which Giza would rather be without more often then not. Ignorance of the way in which the focused golden stare boring through her did not bend or yield to to its bearer's smile would have been a blessing. It hollowed the expression of any sincerity, and made it unsettling to receive. Lacking in any knowledge of the region's etiquette, she chanced looking back, but regretted the decision the moment she crane her neck to do so. It took every ounce of her restraint to prevent her lavender gaze from trailing the countours of the dual scars crossing his left eye. She had learned long ago not to gawk at battlewounds. She'd bled for it.

Fortunately the question to Cotl offered an excuse for her toturn her gaze to her uncle. She waited on baited breath to see whether he would deny or claim her, and sunk with the slightest bit of perceivable disappointment when he did neither - in the overt sense at the very least. The slight dip in her posture was nothing compared to her crestfallen response of the fiery head's barbs. His clan - Giza had knotted the semantic noose and strewn it about her own narrow neck. Whomever the woman was, she had managed to cultivate intimate relationship's with the clan's males in ways she found enviable. Giza expected she could spend a lifetime among the Inferni before she found herself casually linking hands or easing against shoulders. She lacked that social grace.

She could have gone without noticing this disparity between them, of the likelihood the female's tail movements were born of boredom and not pleasure, or the discomforting similarities between Lorelei and Cotl multiplying with each passing moment, but observation was her purpose, no matter how much she'd rather be blind to just how small she was in the grand scheme of things.

She didn't particularly like the way in which she was described. It sounded sordid, but she stood in silent acceptance of it wearing a neutral expression which betrayed little.


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