What was it about this woman that first made her guilty only to suddenly battle a need to hit her in the face? The feeling she got as she looked at the woman before her was so new that Rista barely had a word for it. It was similar to seeing a decaying carcass crawling with maggots and flies, smelling an unwashed dek or listening to humbug stories of Endal not doing their job. Distasteful. It felt so wrong to have such a feeling when looking on an Avora, and a hunter too at that. Just as wrong as the disappointment from a few chimes ago, or the feeling of betrayal.
It was wrong. When a yasi could intimidate a grown woman of high rank enough to almost make her cry, to turn tails and run rather than stand and defend herself - and in the presence of her peers too - and when a person of such a high rank, such status seemed to plead a yasi to say what she should do, something just wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, and the clear break from tradition stumped Rista more than she even realized. Frustration boiled within her as she stared at the red-haired woman, emotions appearing, rearranging and disappearing over her face like bubbles of water rising from some great depths. If it had been a yasi she would have been given a fist on the nose by now. Even a Chiet might have been told exactly what Rista thought about them, thoroughly and clearly. But Kikue was Avora. Not even Rista's blatant lack of tact and restraint of tongue could get over that knowledge so easily, it was a fact so ingrained into her that their brief bantering and the ease with which they were talking didn't matter. Avora were respect, breaking that rule meant trouble, trouble had to be avoided.
So how was she supposed to act when the Avora didn't follow the rules either?
The girl didn't reply for a long time. Thoughts rolled through her mind like stormy clouds over the sky, slowly adding to the tension of a prolonged silence. When she eventually moved, it was only to slowly raise a hand towards her hair, fingers brushing over the many braids in a tightly controlled motion. Her jaws worked beneath the flesh as teeth ground against each other, a visible effort to calm herself down or withhold some highly inappropriate action. She took a deep breath, black eyes suddenly meeting the hunters gaze head on, direct and unapologizing.
"If you want to sleep in my room that badly then go ahead, it's your right. If you're willing to let a yasi call the shots for you, then sure, I can be your mother and hold your hand. But if you at the same time want me to respect you at all, then you need to stop your puppy-eye whimpering!" A faint grimace passed over her face as the small amount of self control began to slip, but it didn't stop the flow of words that escaped her lips, unasked for and brutally honest.
"Are you Avora or are you a Dek, Kikue? I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I know drudges with more backbone than you. I don't know what your problem is and I don't know if I care about it, but you seem to think that you're alone and all on your own with no one to turn to. Well, sorry to break the news to you. You're not the only one. You think you've had it rough, that no one tries to talk to you or sooth your little lonely feelings. And you're right. Because you aren't making yourself deserving of this. How can you expect anyone to give you credit or acknowledge you when you don't do it yourself?"
"Do you know how many that would kill to get into your shoes?" The hands of the girl reached out to shove at Kikue, intending to make her sit down again to listen. Rista was fuming by now, anger coloring her cheeks red and lending a vibrant intensity to her features, eye-catching and intense. "Hundreds. Maybe thousands. How many Dek are there in this city, how many Chiet? How many yasi, how many do you think would hesitate for a second to accept what you have? You get food on your plate whenever you want, you have a good and respectable talent that you honor yourself with by feeding the rest of us. You have everything, but just because you're a little lonely you prepare to leave, blaming your unnecessary feelings on the rest of us. And when all of a sudden someone comes along and speaks to you, you change your mind. Then you wish to stay, blaming your new reason on the one that spoke to you for a bit. What will you do if you loose that connection, Kikue? Will you turn tails and run again? Do you expect me to trust such a weak person, or even like you? Get a grip, woman!"
She all but shouted the words at the other, emotions surging within at a strength that made even Rista surprised. The day had been long, she was tired and had been exposed to many testing revelations but even that wasn't good enough of an explanation to why she reacted so strongly to the faint-hearted display the woman set up. Somewhere at the back of her mind a small voice babbled almost hysterically on and on about how much trouble she was getting herself into right now, by scolding, no shouting at the Avora, how bad of an idea it was and how she should just leave, turn around and run before hell broke loose... And then there was the other voice, that silently egged the woman on, hoping for a reaction that didn't involve tears or stammering or avoiding, hopeful glances. If the woman only could show some spine...