Re: Strange Familiarity[Jean-Rene]
Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 3:02 pm
Time Reveals…
She wasn’t foolish or bold; she was compelled to follow him because he knew things she didn’t know about what she was. Her silence was kept up the whole time she walked behind him. They had arrived at the destination he’d set off for, and now the man was being a complete… Her eyes narrowed at the back of his head.
Normally, she would step between people in order to stop such injustice, but she would probably lose out on an opportunity to ask her first questions to find any kind of clue as to where she came from, who she was, and why she was hurt. He called the man a “passive,” and her anger was swift to rise. That was when she knew what she could do to make the man pay for his disgusting display. He might pay for the room, but not know who actually slept there.
Her gaze settled upon the eyes of the man being berated, her face unreadable as if she did not care what was happening in front of her. Xonia followed the rat of a man into the inn, her disgust swirling through her stomach and making it extra difficult to keep from blurting out her anger.
To help her focus, she let her eyes wander the décor in the lobby, not particularly impressed by the place, but she knew nothing of inns or hotels, barely taverns. Her mouth curled downward as her gaze settled on one particular piece… A muted and distorted conversation filling her ear that only she was capable of hearing, a blurry image in her head for a mere second, "I’ve been here before…” she murmured to herself, soft enough that either he heard it or he didn’t. That vision would flicker in her mind like electricity causing a light bulb to dim and brighten rapidly.
She shook her head, then, and returned her attention to the man with pink eyes. He was a vile man, but… she needed to get some answers.
Normally, she would step between people in order to stop such injustice, but she would probably lose out on an opportunity to ask her first questions to find any kind of clue as to where she came from, who she was, and why she was hurt. He called the man a “passive,” and her anger was swift to rise. That was when she knew what she could do to make the man pay for his disgusting display. He might pay for the room, but not know who actually slept there.
Her gaze settled upon the eyes of the man being berated, her face unreadable as if she did not care what was happening in front of her. Xonia followed the rat of a man into the inn, her disgust swirling through her stomach and making it extra difficult to keep from blurting out her anger.
To help her focus, she let her eyes wander the décor in the lobby, not particularly impressed by the place, but she knew nothing of inns or hotels, barely taverns. Her mouth curled downward as her gaze settled on one particular piece… A muted and distorted conversation filling her ear that only she was capable of hearing, a blurry image in her head for a mere second, "I’ve been here before…” she murmured to herself, soft enough that either he heard it or he didn’t. That vision would flicker in her mind like electricity causing a light bulb to dim and brighten rapidly.
She shook her head, then, and returned her attention to the man with pink eyes. He was a vile man, but… she needed to get some answers.