04-30-2022, 05:50 PM
AUBERGINE
“Reave,” she repeats his name, and while it sounds familiar, it takes her a moment to place why. “You’re one of the kings,” her mind finally makes the connection, though she is not confident which kingdom he rules. She has never paid too close attention to the politics of Beqanna, having always been more so on the outskirts. Her father had ruled one of the old lands, but he and her mother did not seem especially interested in the current ones. Aubergine was not disinterested, but they also were not things she thought about on a daily basis, having never had the need to.
Though this information caused her to regard him a bit more carefully, it did nothing to dull the sharply appreciative smile that still rested on her lips. “Am I supposed to bow in the presence of royalty? You’ll have to forgive my poor manners, I was raised in the wilderness,” she half-teases, a playful spark reflecting in her sage-green eyes.
“I bet you’re quieter than everyone in the meadow, though,” she counters with a small laugh at what he says next. “Between the actual voices, and all the thoughts, it’s exhausting.” She considers for a moment not explaining the last part of her statement, but when she once more studies his face, she thinks that might be a miscalculation on her part, because something tells her that he would know regardless. “I can read minds. And while I’ve learned to control it as I’ve gotten older, it’s still an effort to block everyone out in crowded spaces.” Perhaps he would see this as a weakness, and she almost regrets saying anything. But Aubergine has never been ashamed of who she is, weaknesses and all.
And perhaps a part of her is hoping that he will continue to guard his thoughts, knowing what he now knows.
Now, her gaze diverts to look at their surroundings, considering what he had said about echoes. “I didn’t really notice them. Or maybe I just can’t understand them as clearly as thoughts.” She looks back to him, asking inquisitively, “What do you hear in the echoes?”
Though this information caused her to regard him a bit more carefully, it did nothing to dull the sharply appreciative smile that still rested on her lips. “Am I supposed to bow in the presence of royalty? You’ll have to forgive my poor manners, I was raised in the wilderness,” she half-teases, a playful spark reflecting in her sage-green eyes.
“I bet you’re quieter than everyone in the meadow, though,” she counters with a small laugh at what he says next. “Between the actual voices, and all the thoughts, it’s exhausting.” She considers for a moment not explaining the last part of her statement, but when she once more studies his face, she thinks that might be a miscalculation on her part, because something tells her that he would know regardless. “I can read minds. And while I’ve learned to control it as I’ve gotten older, it’s still an effort to block everyone out in crowded spaces.” Perhaps he would see this as a weakness, and she almost regrets saying anything. But Aubergine has never been ashamed of who she is, weaknesses and all.
And perhaps a part of her is hoping that he will continue to guard his thoughts, knowing what he now knows.
Now, her gaze diverts to look at their surroundings, considering what he had said about echoes. “I didn’t really notice them. Or maybe I just can’t understand them as clearly as thoughts.” She looks back to him, asking inquisitively, “What do you hear in the echoes?”
@Reave