The damsel is very much in distress

Silvano Sadira · 10-02-2011, 09:26 PM

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He heard her before she came into the common room. Normally he would have been elated to see her, but just her laughter made his own anger flare. His ears flattened on his head as the pair of them, she and her stoat, practically skipped in. Silvano rubbed at the back of his head, feeling a headache coming on for some reason or another. Normally, the concern in her voice would have made him apologize. But at that moment, he was just feeling too jealous and his mood was soured. No amount of sunshine or good books would make him happy at that moment, and just the sight of that pretty girl made him think of how she spoke of that coyote, with stars in her eyes.

The stoat seemed to scramble up to his leg, and the Sadira looked darkly down on the creature. He would not kick the animal, but he did send a cold sidelong glance at the young pale woman. He saw the flowers in her hands and the fruits, and all he could give her was that same look. "Fine," he said flatly, resting his hands on the book in his lap, feeling the constraints of the clothes he had put on just to impress her. Not that it had done anything in that aspect, but still he tried.

"So who gave you those flowers?" he asked, feigning interest as he tried to hide his concern and jealousy. His fingers wove under the cover of the book, tensing on the thick binding. "Was it your prince?" His voice was more than a little bit bitter. Silvano knew that the stoat was probably chattering angrily near his leg, but he didn't care. He was just hurt and he was tired of being jealous. Giselle standing so close to him that he could smell the flowers didn't help at all.

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