I've thoroughly enjoyed this, you're an amazing writer and Eoin is just awesome in every way.. Thanks for playing with me!Avoiding tactic as it might have been from the start, it still didn't take many words from the man before he had the full attention of the dark-haired girl. Her face was calm, the eyes unreadable and dark but that she listened was clear as her features didn't shift and change like normally; she remained still and quiet, taking in what he said and let her mind process it quietly. It wasn't just the words he said but how he spoke, the tone of his voice... Ah, they were similar. Not the same, their situations couldn't have been more different, but they were sharing something none the less. It was hard to say what it was exactly. Where Eoin was calm and patient Rista was restless and flammable, where she stood out he blended in, he was of a high caste, she was of a low one... In may ways they were polar opposites, and yet she somehow felt secure in his company. Could it be that there was no deceit in either of them? Maybe it was the honesty they shared, a wish to do good and to belong. Perhaps there was the uncertainty as well, that lingering wonder whether they truly belonged where they were...
Sensing his anxiety as the voice faded away, Rista acted without really thinking. It felt like she had to do something about that lost tone of his, she didn't like the loneliness she thought she saw on his face. The short girl pushed herself away from her side of the basin and waded through the water towards her friend, her eyes never leaving his face even as a faint, almost unnoticeable smile touched upon her lips. When she got close enough she lifted a damp, copper-skinned hand from the water and reached up, stretching the hand out until she could place it on his head, the short-cropped ginger hair soft and tickling under her fingers. Her stomach churned nervously, not used to being close to people and certainly not to touching them so familiarly like this, but.. He really was so similar to Karva sometimes.
"I like you" she said bluntly as the smile grew and warmed the young features. "You're nice, and you helped me even thought you didn't have to. I don't know your mother or your sister, and I don't know what they might be feeling... But at the very least, to me you couldn't be more welcome." It was a little embarrassing to speak like she did, but the words passed over her tongue before she could stop them. Her voice sounded so assertive, strong and determined.. It was a good thing that he didn't know how vulnerable she was on the inside, ready to break after lowering her protective shields so much. Rista was a lonely girl, used to standing on her own and defending herself against the harsh climate within the yasiry. As a consequence of going against the unspoken rules and the pecking order she didn't have many friends, none that she could fully trust or depend on.
Her words of friendship that had been extended to Eoin was as much a question as it was an offer; he was her friend, but was she a friend to him too? It could so easily become a one-sided situation where someone only gave or received. She didn't want that. She wasn't actually sure what she wanted, other than to perhaps see him smile back at her... That would be plenty.
Her hand lingered for a while on his head, but soon began to retreat again, withdrawing uncertainly as she didn't know what he felt about this intrusion of his private space. The smile wobbled a little, eyelids lowering to shield the blackness of the gaze behind dark lashes. This was the only thing she could do. A brief touch, a few well meant words... She could only hope that they would be received in a good way. A yasi like her didn't have anything more to give; she could only be herself and hope that it was enough.
Sensing his anxiety as the voice faded away, Rista acted without really thinking. It felt like she had to do something about that lost tone of his, she didn't like the loneliness she thought she saw on his face. The short girl pushed herself away from her side of the basin and waded through the water towards her friend, her eyes never leaving his face even as a faint, almost unnoticeable smile touched upon her lips. When she got close enough she lifted a damp, copper-skinned hand from the water and reached up, stretching the hand out until she could place it on his head, the short-cropped ginger hair soft and tickling under her fingers. Her stomach churned nervously, not used to being close to people and certainly not to touching them so familiarly like this, but.. He really was so similar to Karva sometimes.
"I like you" she said bluntly as the smile grew and warmed the young features. "You're nice, and you helped me even thought you didn't have to. I don't know your mother or your sister, and I don't know what they might be feeling... But at the very least, to me you couldn't be more welcome." It was a little embarrassing to speak like she did, but the words passed over her tongue before she could stop them. Her voice sounded so assertive, strong and determined.. It was a good thing that he didn't know how vulnerable she was on the inside, ready to break after lowering her protective shields so much. Rista was a lonely girl, used to standing on her own and defending herself against the harsh climate within the yasiry. As a consequence of going against the unspoken rules and the pecking order she didn't have many friends, none that she could fully trust or depend on.
Her words of friendship that had been extended to Eoin was as much a question as it was an offer; he was her friend, but was she a friend to him too? It could so easily become a one-sided situation where someone only gave or received. She didn't want that. She wasn't actually sure what she wanted, other than to perhaps see him smile back at her... That would be plenty.
Her hand lingered for a while on his head, but soon began to retreat again, withdrawing uncertainly as she didn't know what he felt about this intrusion of his private space. The smile wobbled a little, eyelids lowering to shield the blackness of the gaze behind dark lashes. This was the only thing she could do. A brief touch, a few well meant words... She could only hope that they would be received in a good way. A yasi like her didn't have anything more to give; she could only be herself and hope that it was enough.
