01-08-2010, 07:15 PM
If she had been paying attention she would have seen that DaVinci was a little bit more than amused by her sudden change in attitude. How she’d gone from wanting to kill him to finding some ray of hope in knowing that she didn’t have to be the one to bear heirs to the clan. He shook his head softly and gave her a gentle smile as he chuckled. ”No Zana..” he hesitated a moment before admitting his fears. ”I honestly don’t think it’s possible if you want to know the truth.” He had actually argued with the Ollamh’s on that number, telling them that he had years before he would need a heir and he didn’t see any reason in pushing so quickly when he wasn’t even upon the throne yet and Zana herself just coming out of the cusp of childhood. It was all a giant mess and he wasn’t exactly sure where to go from there but he didn’t think that he actually had to do anything right at this moment either.
There was general concern built up inside the man for his young sibling, a child that he had almost considered his own, having raised her for the most part. It had hurt him fierce when she’d stumbled away from the pack at such a young age and had fled to the security of the Lykoi clan. He would never say it out loud but part of his fury at Gabriel was indeed tied up in the refusal to return his young sister back to Phoenix Valley, the other half was justly deserved in some way if not wholely unfair. Whoever said loving the enemy would be easy, he knew that for sure now as his heart still ached for Ryan though he kept his mourning silent from the world.
When he finally left off his mind wanderings and turned his gaze back to Zana he realized that she had gained a bit of embarrassment in the time that he had been busy pouring over his emotions in his mind. A small smile wavered on his lips as she tried to cover up whatever had taken place between his old friend and herself. It seemed that no harm had been done outside the scare Aisleran had given her and if she didn’t wish to talk to him about it he wasn’t going to force it out of her. Sighing to himself he shook his head once more thoughtfully before stating, ”I’ll have a talk with Aisleran then..” Though he knew that he would probably forget all about this once the mundane tasks came back with the counselors and advisors, the commanders and ollamhs.
He studied Zana’s face a moment more before offering her a smile as he asked, suddenly remembering the state in which she stood before him. ”Why are you all wet?” Even though he had no fear for the girl’s safety for the most part he really didn’t feel like explaining to the ollamhs or anyone else how she’d caught the chills and ended up weak as a kitten. Lord knew they would probably blame him in the end since she was his sister. He stretched his arms out, rubbing the back of his neck as he studied her silently once more, wishing that she would just tell him if something was indeed wrong.
There was general concern built up inside the man for his young sibling, a child that he had almost considered his own, having raised her for the most part. It had hurt him fierce when she’d stumbled away from the pack at such a young age and had fled to the security of the Lykoi clan. He would never say it out loud but part of his fury at Gabriel was indeed tied up in the refusal to return his young sister back to Phoenix Valley, the other half was justly deserved in some way if not wholely unfair. Whoever said loving the enemy would be easy, he knew that for sure now as his heart still ached for Ryan though he kept his mourning silent from the world.
When he finally left off his mind wanderings and turned his gaze back to Zana he realized that she had gained a bit of embarrassment in the time that he had been busy pouring over his emotions in his mind. A small smile wavered on his lips as she tried to cover up whatever had taken place between his old friend and herself. It seemed that no harm had been done outside the scare Aisleran had given her and if she didn’t wish to talk to him about it he wasn’t going to force it out of her. Sighing to himself he shook his head once more thoughtfully before stating, ”I’ll have a talk with Aisleran then..” Though he knew that he would probably forget all about this once the mundane tasks came back with the counselors and advisors, the commanders and ollamhs.
He studied Zana’s face a moment more before offering her a smile as he asked, suddenly remembering the state in which she stood before him. ”Why are you all wet?” Even though he had no fear for the girl’s safety for the most part he really didn’t feel like explaining to the ollamhs or anyone else how she’d caught the chills and ended up weak as a kitten. Lord knew they would probably blame him in the end since she was his sister. He stretched his arms out, rubbing the back of his neck as he studied her silently once more, wishing that she would just tell him if something was indeed wrong.