01-08-2010, 07:14 PM
She had been babbling and whining and sniveling, she knew it but she was afraid. She would have kept going if DaVinci hadn’t brought her to a halt with one of the few displays of his temper she’d witnessed. She swallowed the words in her maw as she glared at him, the anger still boiling in her veins as she realized she had so many more words that she wished to share with her sibling but had not been given the chance, many of them highly colorful and creative. Her ill temper was a creation of many things but he was the one that it was pointed at right at this moment.
When he finally spoke again Zana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He had know, he’d known all along. She was about to scream at him her outrage at what he was saying but quickly he cut her off as he explained that in a way she knew as well. She realized now that he was correct, that he did indeed speak of the lineage of the Ri and how the next heir would be chosen. She lowered her head as she listened; knowing deep down that she really wasn’t at fault. He should have told her plain and simple, no, he’d only assumed and now she was muddled in this large mess and had no clue where to turn. Her eyes were soft as she whined softly. ”I don’t have to be the one?” She asked, wanting reassurance that she didn’t have to make any life altering choices this early in her life.
When he told her of Aisleran’s feeling for her she couldn’t help the blush that rose upon her cheeks. She felt so foolish now, knowing that the man had doted on her so as a lover and not as some fatherly figure. She should have realized, but then again she’d never really had any father in her life, just her brother to raise her after her mother had become an utter failure, then Gabriel and Ezekiel had taken his place. She’d had a slew of men in her life but never one that wasn’t viewed as a brother or uncle of sorts. Now she was facing the facts that men would be hunting her down as though she were a trophy. She flicked her ears back at the thought and turned her eyes away from her brother, suddenly uncomfortable at where this discussion was going.
She was silent still when DaVinci asked her once more, her eyes darting up to meet his face for a moment before shaking her head and answering meekly. ”Nothing, nothing happened..” She wasn’t going to tell her brother that Aisleran had stood before her with nothing to cover his feeling for her but a damp coat from slipping into the spring and she was definitely not going to let this conversation go much farther if he was going to keep pressing on about what had frightened her so. She sighed and just let go of it all, feeling right foolish for having thundered into his rooms now, and right embarrassed at the fact that her mind was wandering down a trail that she hadn’t even dreamed of thinking about. She had realized that her relationship to her sibling had placed her as something to be desired in the eyes of the men, she had yet to realize that love and desire were two totally different things.
When he finally spoke again Zana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He had know, he’d known all along. She was about to scream at him her outrage at what he was saying but quickly he cut her off as he explained that in a way she knew as well. She realized now that he was correct, that he did indeed speak of the lineage of the Ri and how the next heir would be chosen. She lowered her head as she listened; knowing deep down that she really wasn’t at fault. He should have told her plain and simple, no, he’d only assumed and now she was muddled in this large mess and had no clue where to turn. Her eyes were soft as she whined softly. ”I don’t have to be the one?” She asked, wanting reassurance that she didn’t have to make any life altering choices this early in her life.
When he told her of Aisleran’s feeling for her she couldn’t help the blush that rose upon her cheeks. She felt so foolish now, knowing that the man had doted on her so as a lover and not as some fatherly figure. She should have realized, but then again she’d never really had any father in her life, just her brother to raise her after her mother had become an utter failure, then Gabriel and Ezekiel had taken his place. She’d had a slew of men in her life but never one that wasn’t viewed as a brother or uncle of sorts. Now she was facing the facts that men would be hunting her down as though she were a trophy. She flicked her ears back at the thought and turned her eyes away from her brother, suddenly uncomfortable at where this discussion was going.
She was silent still when DaVinci asked her once more, her eyes darting up to meet his face for a moment before shaking her head and answering meekly. ”Nothing, nothing happened..” She wasn’t going to tell her brother that Aisleran had stood before her with nothing to cover his feeling for her but a damp coat from slipping into the spring and she was definitely not going to let this conversation go much farther if he was going to keep pressing on about what had frightened her so. She sighed and just let go of it all, feeling right foolish for having thundered into his rooms now, and right embarrassed at the fact that her mind was wandering down a trail that she hadn’t even dreamed of thinking about. She had realized that her relationship to her sibling had placed her as something to be desired in the eyes of the men, she had yet to realize that love and desire were two totally different things.