Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 3:28:17 PM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 7:21:45 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 7:21:55 PM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 7:24:11 PM)
*Ashur was seated out on the rocking swing of the small manor's porch. A length of wood was held in hand that was gradually being whittled down by knifepoint. Either he'd just began or he was doing a poor job of it, for it didn't resemble anything particularly. The Pridelands were quiet, illuminated by both the lights from inside, the waxing moon and the occasional spark of fireflys*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 7:26:26 PM)
*Rasia would be almost unrecognizable. She's wearing skinny jeans and rabbit-fur trimmed boots that just make her seem taller than she is. Paired with a sky-blue camisole and a white blazer. Her hair is literally tied into a series of knots from the name of her neck to shorten it to just past her waist in a heavy cord much thicker than her arm. She's carrying a couple small envelopes with her and looking around on her way through so she'll have a chance at navigating back*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 7:30:37 PM)
((Nape of her neck. *sigh*))

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 7:32:52 PM)
*When Rasia emerged from the path leading to the Tribal Lands, he'd glanced in her direction and then found a brief twitching double-take. Although he'd hoped she'd intended to take him on his offer, it was as much her garb as anything telse that threw him. Setting the project aside, he rose off the swing and stepped to the edge of the porch, reaching up to rest his hands on the beams above while he watched her approach* "...Lady Rasia."

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 7:36:35 PM)
*she lifts her head and looks to him as she's called, smiling softly even as her cheeks color lightly, still feeling a bit awkward without her usual 9 yardsof silk dupion to hide behind. She pushes her way past it to lift her hands to her sides and turn, curtseying as if she still wore her gown* Good evening, Lion's Roar-rhya. I hope I'm not interrupting..

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 7:42:51 PM)
"Most of the pack is still out, and those that aren't are asleep or otherwise occupied." *Open curiosity in his features* "I'm glad you came. I didn't know if you'd intend to after already finding their company this afternoon or not. Did you forget something with one of them?"

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 7:46:29 PM)
No..I hadn't left anything. I was bringing these by. *she approaches closer, in arm's reach to offer the little envelopes* Thank you notes. Sorry..I suppose it's a bit old-fashioned.. Mother always insisted I write them instead of simply saying my thanks. *there are three, one for Chloe, for Tim, and for Ashur, each labelled with their deednames and appropriate honorific. "Lord Lion's Roar," being his.*

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 7:52:57 PM)
*He reaches down and takes the envelopes, glancing them over before turning to set them back on the still slowly drifting swing* "I... confess I was hoping you might've come to see me." *He said, turning his attention back to her and letting his arms fall to his sides*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 7:55:25 PM)
Well.. it's a distinct possibility. *she smiled a little more* I know Chloe was still at the sept.. So I suppose I might have taken them there. Or taken Kevin up on his offer to bring them, or escort me.. *her cheeks turning pink* Instead I brought them myself.

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 7:58:12 PM)
"Why not say as much then?" *There was something about his personality that was a touch more relaxed on the Pridelands than he was at either the Sept or the Tribal Lands. Perhaps it was the proximity to his longtime spirit companion, or merely because he was the master of the immediate area*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 8:01:14 PM)
Because I'm not supposed to encourage anyone who might pursue my hand. *quietly, her smile fades, but lingers* Because I am supposed to wait, patiently until my honored Guardian and my Father decide where I will go and with whom. Because encouraging someone that might not be given permission later, is cruel.

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 8:04:26 PM)
"I mentioned briefly before that I harbor feelings for you." *He said after a moment's silence with her words hanging in the air* "Were I so moved, I might've approached either of them seeking you. As Fast and Fair-yuf attempted to do. I think I could've found more success as well." *He stepped around the railing and down the short steps to the ground to be on even footing with her while he spoke* "...but I didn't."

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 8:10:20 PM)
*the woman before him is not unaware that she is on -his- territory, not her Guardian's, and without escort..albeit at Ashur's direct invitation. She turns to face him fully as he descends the steps, her gaze still not daring to meet his.* Conquers Luna's Ferocity-rhya informed me that Fast and Fair-rhya asked to escort me into the city, in my Guardian's place. As if my Guardian were too busy to see to his duties to me. *warning him quietly of the other's misstep, she looks to the ground afterward, not sure she wants to know why he didn't speak to Conquers*

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 8:15:46 PM)
"I've been in arranged relationship before. I was mated... six years ago?" *He shakes his head slowly* "I entered into it with abandon. It's what was expected of me, and I'd never thought to question any tradition or duty given me. I want to say I was unaware of her unhappiness... but the honesty of it was that I was heedless. I allowed myself to love her because it's what we were supposed to do. That she wasn't... acclimating didn't fit the design. The result was that she preferred death over being mine." *Although delivered matter-of-factly and with an attempt toward making a point, there was still a distinct and painful ache that sounded in his voice* "Would I push you to the same fate, heedless of where your heart lied?"

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 8:23:57 PM)
*listening to the story, she pales somewhat..but nothing more. No horror, and only mild surprise.. in the long run, this sort of tragedy wasn't so uncommon as one might hope.* My uncle Nikolai-rhya is in love with my mother. He dotes on me because I have her looks. But neither would ever betray my Father. *a weak sort of smile offered* Viktor the Third tried to attack me when my Father refused his suit for my hand. He tore my eldest brother apart to get to me. One of Father's packmates managed to save his life, but he is a ruin, and relegated to be the family's Steward because no Trueborn woman would take him now. *watching the ground* We are a strange sort of people, in matters of love, are we not?

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 8:29:42 PM)
*He nods in agreement with a faint and humorless smile on his lips* "We are." *Chancing propriety his hands moved foward, cautiously but purposefully taking her own* "I'd be alone and suffer the shame of not mating before I forced someone to my purposes again. I need to know, Rasia," *her name without honorific though it seemed less a means to insult and more a question of earnestness* "Do you share any of those feelings with me? Would there be a purpose to my seeking after you?"

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 8:38:47 PM)
*her eyes widen as his hands come into her line of sight, closing her slender fingers about his for a moment and looking up to risk meeting his eyes cautiously. Her gaze questioning, seeking something within his wordlessly..a long moment before she lowers her gaze and answers him honestly* I want to get to know you better, Lion's Roar-rhya. I admire you, and your pack's high esteem for you speaks volumes. And ..*her cheeks flushing pink* I am ..attracted to you.. *she bites her lip before giving the inevitable* I don't know you, though.. truly. If it were up to me, I would like to know the man who would mate me..First.

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 8:42:45 PM)
*His smile faltered slightly. How to tell her that after Charlotte's death and his acceptance into the Nation... there was so little of him left. She already knew much of him, as much as any of his pack or even family knew? That he'd expected such a short life that he'd purged himself to what he thought he was supposed to be? A warrior. A voice for Tradition. Almost nothing more* "Thank you for your honesty, Lady Rasia." *He said, hand holding her's a moment longer before falling away* "Perhaps in time we'll know one another better."

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 8:50:23 PM)
*watching the play of expressions across his face, with her eyes just shy of his respectfully, she notes the faltering smile, his strange resignation.. And is surprised to find it hurts, one hand rising uncertainly toward her heart.* Lion.. Ashur-rhya? *very softly, not sure how he'll respond to his given name*

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 8:53:10 PM)
*His gaze rose back to hers. There was a sense of expectancy about it, and though he'd literally come to blows with Evgeni for the Garou's refusal to use honorifics and deednames, there didn't appear to be any form of hostility in his eyes*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 8:57:39 PM)
Could we start... getting to know each other... First thing in the morning? *lifting her eyes to his again, just to show him she's not willing to accept "in time". That he is more important that that. Though obviously remaining here unescorted long into the night would look bad for both of them*

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 9:02:42 PM)
*He hesitated, the indecision still on his features. On a fundemental level, his breeding called for her. But more than that, she was proper and Traditional, adhering to notions that almost all save he considered antiquated. A match as proper as any he'd ever found* "I think that..." *Even moreso, there was some glimmer beneath it. In the person he was before his dehumanizing First Change, when he wasn't Lion's Roar, or an Ahroun, or... anything more than Ashur; some need, an old and almost forgotten ache* "I think it's a poor idea. I'll see you at the Tribal Lands sometime soon, Lady Rasia." *He said with subdued resignation. She wished to see what more of him was there. And to his thinking, there was nothing more. Just the same disappointment Charlotte had found. His gaze fell away from her*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 9:09:50 PM)
*his refusal stung, and she wasn't adept at hiding her feelings. She forgets to lower her eyes for a moment, remembering herself and biting her lip as she nods her acceptance. What else could she do in the face of his dismissal? Rasia couldn't find her words, the mixed messages occupying her thoughts instead as she backs off a step on auto-pilot..her feet turning her toward her Guardian's lands. Finally managing, just before she put her back to the plantation house..* Good evening, Lion's Roar-rhya.. *almost too softly to be heard*

Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 9:13:34 PM)
*He watched her go impotently. Much of him ached to make the simple and small effort of racing after her, speaking the few words to mend that wound he'd dealt her and push forward heedless of risk or cost... but he couldn't. His own wounds were too scarred over, the damage deep and strong, robbing him of his ability to act. He could only watch silently as she made her way back toward the treeline on the path to the Tribal Lands*

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 9:14:34 PM)
((And it's waaaay too late. I have to be up in 4 hours. lol I need to sleep now.))

Rasia Khitrova (Dec 4, 2011 9:16:41 PM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Dec 4, 2011 9:17:34 PM)
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