Whatever it was that she had expected the Avora to do, it certainly hadn't involved running away. Surprise and ill concealed contempt over the weakness of the woman flashed over the girls angry visage. Her mouth twisted, wanted to call after the back of the disappearing person to stand and fight; then the silence of the room seemed to finally dawn on her, and Rista glanced around quickly, still wrapped within the shock and upset stirring of her emotions. Faces greeted her black gaze as she looked around the room, impassive next to frowning ones, shocked expressions mingling with thoughtful consideration as they rested upon her.
Pure reflex made the girl retrieve her eyes to herself, the shoulders tensing and pulling upwards under the pressure of those stares. What, what did they expect of her? It wasn't more than right that Kikue answered properly, not after dropping an announcement like that as if it had been a question of leaving for a ten-day trip or slightly longer. The thought of leaving the mountain behind and never return still made her stomach sink with a nauseating feeling, confusion over how someone could reach a conclusion like that made it hard to think. The yasi blinked as time slowly passed, staring down at her empty plate as the silence grew longer and weighed heavier on her shoulders. She couldn't understand it, didn't want to understand the desire to get away. It had never occurred to her, leaving had never been an option; what would there be to find in any other place, when all her goals and dreams circled around the society of the Inarta?
No, Rista couldn't understand. And it was only right that Kikue thought through her reasons for leaving properly, something she apparently hadn't been doing since a yasi could make her speechless. But perhaps the time and the way of questioning had been poorly chosen... Not that the little mongrel had been thinking about that in the slightest.
Feeling the expectant pressure of the stares at her back, the dark-skinned girl slowly began to move. She straightened her back, lifted the chin up and forced her gaze to wander towards the exit through which her supposed teacher had disappeared. It felt as if her feet moved on their own as they began to move her towards the hallway, crossing through the room and what felt like a sea of quiet stares. The scraping of a foot against the floor broke the silence, and the further Rista came towards the exit the more people started to whisper, speaking to one another with muffled voices; some returned to their previous subjects, but more than a few felt a need to comment on the event. What a thing to witness; a mere yasi questioning an Avora, and winning in strength of mind too at that! Unacceptable, fascinating, scandalous. The voices rose as discussions grew more intense, and soon the air buzzed with life and sound around the young woman.
It was a relief to leave. The impact of what she had done couldn't be clearly measurable, but Rista was sure there would be some kind of consequence waiting for her. And for Kikue. With this many witnesses it would be impossible to keep it quiet and to themselves, rumors would spread like they always did; in a community as small and tight knit as theirs there was little that remained a secret for very long. It took a lot to keep something hidden in Wind Reach...
Rista stopped for a moment and looked around as she came out into the broad stone corridor that led from the dining hall and off towards the other main spaces of the city. Not far from where she stood she could see the red-haired huntress lie on the ground, a broad-shouldered man leaning over her with a hand stretched out as an offer of aid. She waited, watching quietly as the woman rejected the attempt to help her up, and managed a faint smile towards the Chiet as he shrugged and passed by her; only after the sound of his steps had faded away did she continue forward, the face wrapped in opposing emotions as she kept the gaze on the short Avora.
"I didn't think you would run" she said honestly and stopped before the other, her arms folding over the chest in a gesture that could be either accusing or defensive; or perhaps a bit of both. "I didn't think you wouldn't be able to answer me either. Not many people get intimidated by a girl as short as me, not even when she has eyes like mine. Then again, I can almost look you in the eyes when talking, so perhaps the effect is greater with that." Hunching down before Kikue and wrapping her arms around the knees to help keep the balance, Rista gnawed a little on the lower lip while trying to decide what to do. The pain on the womans face suggested that the other had hurt herself when she tripped, and a part of her wanted to reach out and help her up, aid her in getting to the infirmary so the healers could have a look at what was wrong. A slightly more cynical part of her found this situation very pleasing however. Like this, running away was not an option anymore...
"Do you even have a way to answer my questions?" she asked, the voice low now even though there was no one else around to hear her speak. "I don't get how you even can think the thought of turning the back on us like that, but if you couldn't answer the first time, will you be able to if I ask again? Kikue, give me a reason why I shouldn't just leave you here to take care of yourself, like you're trying to do with Wind Reach." It wasn't a question, but more like a demand. Towards any other person of her caste, this kind of conversation would have been impossible, but from the very start the lines between their separate casts had been blurry. Kikue's refusal to be addressed as Avora, Rista's acceptance of that along with her sometimes brutal honesty... Paired with this unsuspected feeling of being betrayed, it made Rista push the limits like she had never done before. She didn't feel like a child, a yasi at that moment; she didn't look like one either where she sat, the face grim and eyes intense as she hunched before the older woman. Maybe it was a sign of just how much she really had been growing during the past summer...