Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:29:01 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:29:50 PM)
((Soo..another late night outside, or fast forward till the next day?
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:29:52 PM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 12:30:08 PM)
(( |>> ))
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:31:09 PM)
((Right then. Another day, another ridiculous dress. *picks one from the closet and preps a post*))
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 12:31:47 PM)
((That didn't get to you, did it?))
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:32:05 PM)
((Hrm? lol))
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:32:15 PM)
((What'd I miss now?))
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 12:32:48 PM)
((FFFFFF!!! AFK3, murder))
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:32:57 PM)
((o.0))
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:45:20 PM)
*Her long hair is shortened by a considerable number of French curls, the front drawn back from her face in a soft updo to add depth to the midnight tresses. Her gown, by contrast is unadulterated white, ruched in the back to drape in art-nouveau glory from a completely open back. The front supported by a sketchy frame of tightly gathered panels behind her shoulders. She is again, drafting up a letter, but this one is only being sketched out in pencil upon the page*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 12:47:12 PM)
*Ashur again approaches from the Argent Pridelands. A great deal of silver stubble peppered is jaw and bleary reddened eyes suggested a night with no sleep. As always, dressed in his dedicated clothing, it looked as though it had been a day or so since it saw its lash wash, with the cuffs of his jeans grass-stained and a bit of dirt on the back of his shirt from having lain out under the sky*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:50:28 PM)
*and Rasia could be a doll, she's so pristine it's as if someone had carried her out to her favorite seat. Noting the Trueborn's approach, she takes in his bleary look and lowers her eyes respectfully* Good morning Lion's Roar-rhya. *softly*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 12:53:25 PM)
"Rasia." *He answered cooly, moving past her and glancing through the windows of the backdoor of the estates* "Is Conquers Luna's Ferocity-rhya about?" *He inquired, taking a step back and looking up through the upper windows of the building*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:55:02 PM)
I have not yet seen my honored guardian this morning. *politely, keeping her gaze lowered* Is there a message I might pass on when I do come across him?
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 12:56:45 PM)
*her pencil sketching out letters one at a time, as if she weren't capable of hurrying. She does occasionally use the eraser though, patiently working her way through what would otherwise be supplied by artistic talent*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 12:57:47 PM)
"No." *He answered dismissively. Craning to look about a bit longer he finally turned away. Gaze falling contemplatively on Rasia for a moment, he drifted between leaving and returning or chancing just waiting for the Tribal Alpha. Finally deciding on the latter, he moved to pick a length of outdoor wall to lean against and fold his arms across his chest*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 1:02:37 PM)
As you will it then, Lion's Roar-rhya. *she returns her attention fully to the page..at least while she can feel his eyes on her. Her posture is straight and as carefully maintained as the rest of her appearance, the gown seems designed to highlight the very vulnerability that Ashur's packmate had railed against the night before. Finally risking a glance up through dark lashes once the focus of his fury is elsewhere, to note his tense posture and exhale lightly.* May I ask, honored sir... What have I done to deserve your displeasure?
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 1:07:56 PM)
"You have neither my pleasure or my displeasure, Rasia." *He answered, eyes on the fountain as he answered her* "Whatever perception to the contrary that you claim is mistaken." *There was a clipped and tightened timbre to his tone*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 1:12:18 PM)
*she catches the inside of her lower lip in her teeth at that, worrying it as she raises her eyes to study him while his gaze is elsewhere, answering quietly* Then I am mistaken. ((Kk..she's better at this than I am, on the off chance my instincts are wrong here. She thinks he's being colder than he was, 5 sux to try and figure out if it's true, and she's watching him whenever possible now to dredge up the clues.))
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 1:16:08 PM)
((He is.)) *Ashur pointedly kept his gaze averted from her, occasionally allowing his eyes to dart to her and then flitter quickly away as soon as he noted her attention in his direction*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 1:20:33 PM)
((Cheapskate. lol Thanks.)) *marking that, she makes it easier for him, dropping her gaze to the page in front of her as she slowly plots out her lines and flourishes. She might be sitting for a portrait, she is posed on the fountain's edge* I am sorry to hear it is so, though. Were there something I had done, I would have a starting point to make amends for it. Without it, I am unsure how to proceed. *risking a glance to him only briefly at the end of her thoughts*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 1:26:12 PM)
"Then it's fortuitous that you did nothing wrong that therefore there's nothing required for your making amends, isn't it?" *He retorted darkly* "Were there something you had done, do you think he so tactful during this time in the moon's cycle to remain silent on the matter?"
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 1:28:59 PM)
*her glance lingers, focused on his mouth as he speaks, lowering somewhat at the anger in evidence...letting his tone hang in the air unanswered to prove her point instead*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 1:30:57 PM)
*Whether he understood the point made or not wasn't clear, but his disposition was not improved on it. He kept his gaze on the fountain and his jaw set*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 1:36:41 PM)
*she takes another slow breath, setting her notepad aside with the pencil and eraser, and looking directly at him, lifting her head to meet his gaze for a moment*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 1:39:58 PM)
*There was a flicker of momentary surprise that she found his gaze and didn't immediately break away. The sense of almost... relenting as the center of his brow rose slightly was given, though it was his eyes that broke away first*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 1:46:15 PM)
*she sets her jaw and shakes her head* I feel like I never know what to say to you. *quietly, focusing on her empty hands*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 1:50:44 PM)
"And I feel like there's nothing left to say between us." *He retorted snidely, pushing off the wall and taking a few steps from the building before turning back toward it and scanning the darkened windows for sign of the Tribal Alpha*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 2:09:18 PM)
*flinching at his retort ((tantrum afk))
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 2:40:50 PM)
((She is -still- losing her effing mind.))
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 2:41:11 PM)
((Take your time, I'm not going anywhere.))
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 2:44:54 PM)
*flinching at his retort, she looks back up at him* Do you -want- me to hate you? I don't understand what that would get you, Lion's Roar-rhya.
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 2:47:41 PM)
"Your personal feelings for me are largely irrelevant, aren't they Rasia?" *He answered, turning away from the building and toward her* "You're neither my ward, my mate, nor even my House. If my opposition to Fast and Fair-yuf earns your enmity, then it's something I'll simply have to bare, isn't it?"
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 2:51:22 PM)
*her brows knit at that and she tilts her head* Your opposition? I have no interest in your opposition of the philodox, Lion's Roar-rhya. Not to our honored elder, not between your packs, not within the Tribe, or your House. *she shakes her head* Why on earth would you believe I was upset you gained a sometime enemy in a Tribemate?
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 2:54:02 PM)
"Why would you believe that I was upset over what your thoughts or feelings of me were?" *He countered, tone still angry. It was difficult to tell if it was just a measure of the full moon and lack of sleep, or continued anger from their discourse... but given her perceptive nature, there was a distinct sense of it being the latter*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 2:57:14 PM)
*she blinks, because of course, she'd never said that was the reason he was upset.* I.. You just said that if your opposition earned my enmity, you'd have to bear it. I..never said that.
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 2:59:25 PM)
"Then -what- is it Rasia?" *He snapped at her impatiently* "Why do you needle me over what grudge I carry or this belief that I mean to make you hate me?"
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 3:05:13 PM)
Because you were kind and curious, and now you are cold and hateful, yet you tell me I have done nothing to you, Lion's Roar-rhya. Because you say that my enmity is something you must bear, but I never offered it in the first place. *she shakes her head slowly, gaze wide on his* It doesn't make any sense to me..
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 3:09:17 PM)
"Then you're either a practiced liar or a fool, Rasia." *He said, turning abruptly from her* "And I've little interest in playing in your games further. Return to whatever you occupied yourself prior to my arrival and leave me to my interval."
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 3:14:33 PM)
((This works well, as the hubby is borrowing me. lol)) *she watches his back for a moment, and in an act of very minor defiance, she takes her notepad and pencil as she rises, striding inside with every ounce of dignity she can muster, her gown and long hair steaming behind her*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 3:17:41 PM)
*And so off he goes toward the Argent Pridelands, agitated enough to simply mean to return later*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 3:18:31 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 3:19:04 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:09:48 PM)
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Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:09:54 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:13:45 PM)
*she'd made Lya miserable for an hour or so before the other kin vacated the premises entirely, tired of listening to the occasional outbursts of Rasia's frustration. And a few minutes later, the empty room became unbearable, forcing the princess out into the manse in search of her own cup of cocoa. Wandering barefoot with a mug*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:16:56 PM)
*She does not "float" at the moment. There are no delicate turns and graceful poses. She's so slight in build it's hard to tell, but one might even think she was stomping her little bare feet in the lush carpeting beneath the hem of her gown. At best, it's an irritable stalk*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:17:52 PM)
*Ashur remained outside. After a time, he'd grown weary of standing and had gone to take a seat near the fountain. That eventually became a reclined position and finally complete prone with his eyes trailing after the brood of Falcon darting about in the sky above the Tribal Lands*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:20:35 PM)
*she finds what she wants in the kitchen, or at least she thinks she has. Stirring the steaming mug a moment later, she peers outside and then risks it, seeing no tall figures nearby. Holding the cup away from herself, she almost runs across the damp grass with her other hand tangled in her skirts to keep them clear of her feet as she dashes to her spot..and finds it occupied. She very nearly dumps her cocoa on him in shock*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:22:47 PM)
*He starts when she appears in his field of vision. He starts to comment before he remembers himself and his brow furrows* "What do you want, Rasia?" *He inquires in a tone practiced for impatient exasperation*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:23:59 PM)
*her lips part at the demand, eyes narrowing as a retort jumps to mind. Sadly however, she hasn't forgotten herself completely* ... A seat, Lion's Roar-rhya. I hadn't realized it was occupied.
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:25:14 PM)
"The Tribal Lands abound with places to put yourself. Must it be the stretch of fountain I've elected to rest myself at?" *He asked even as he pointedly rose up and off, moving to the side and offering the spot with an exaggerated flourish of his hand*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:26:22 PM)
The Tribal Lands abound with places to put just about anyone, Lion's Roar-rhya. Should I ask why you chose the particular stretch of fountain bench you have seen me in half a dozen times, to rest in?
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:27:24 PM)
*seating herself without her usual grace, she pointedly looks into her mug before drinking, and cursing as she sets it aside after burning her mouth*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:27:47 PM)
*He bristles at her question* "I'd not realized that in addition to taking you on as his ward that Conquers Luna's Ferocity had named the fountain as yours."
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:28:23 PM)
*and snapping right back* I haven't asked for it yet.
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:30:00 PM)
*His eyes flash angrily and he opens his mouth to deliver an acidic retort... but finds nothing. Searching his mind rapidly, the moment for a witty rejoinder passes and he's left there seething in frustration*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:30:44 PM)
*a glance when nothing answers her comment, followed by a -particularly- satisfied smile into the lawn as she takes a much more careful sip of cocoa*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:33:55 PM)
"Finished your letter yet? I should wonder if word from your family might reach you while you procrastinate in the writing of it. I'm certain you're eager to hear from Viktor." *He finally spits out petulantly*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:36:48 PM)
*she turns to him slowly, the unimpressed look completely schooled for his benefit* I wrote all three brothers yesterday, thank you, Lion's Roar-rhya. I was working on an entry for Conquer's Luna's Ferocity's book.
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:37:52 PM)
((Lord Conquers etc...))
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:39:09 PM)
*He nods silently at her retort. The need to strike out at her had rapidly faded and he found his attention drifting away. Eventually he moved a short distance away and set himself in one of the chairs, facing toward the building in silent expectation*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:40:55 PM)
*Rasia attended Finishing school. Catty remarks were Freshman fare. Sophomore year's "Icy stare" (TM) is levelled on the Ahroun's cheekbone currently. She has to drop it to drink her cocoa though, she's trying not to shiver in the plunged-back gown*
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:42:31 PM)
*And gradually, he begins to nod off. A culmination of the emotional weight of the back and forth with Rasia and his lack of sleep the night prior. The head began to slowly bob, and finally lowered with his chin resting lightly on his chest*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:44:37 PM)
*pure stubbornness keeps her where she is, though she pulls her legs up to hug them in the gown's skirt, huddled with her cocoa for warmth. When the cocoa runs out she mutters something unpleasant and Russian under her breath, then moves over closer to the edge of the Fountain nearest his seat, and keeps watch*
Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 4:45:54 PM)
((It's capitalized, because it will be Hers one day. *sage nod*))
Ashur Morningkill (Nov 10, 2011 4:52:58 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 5:03:41 PM)
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Rasia Khitrova (Nov 10, 2011 5:09:11 PM)
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