The Chiet's shoulders shrugged at the barrage of questions, wracking her brain for answers that didn't exist. She hugged Yasa to herself with one arm, and pinched at her brows in the other with eyes squeezed shut. After a few chimes collecting to herself, she opened her eyes, and appraised the Endal carefully.
"No, not annoying," She corrected slowly as her feet began to pace her about the space. "Just a lot to process. Mostly, I have eavesdropped on Dek, as that is who I saw him gathering with a few times, before death. Most of what I heard though, wasn't related. I told myself, if I didn't hear anything new or worthy in the next ten days, I would stop this method...this was meant to be one of my last nights of it. I suppose - we were both fortunate, then." Ainyi lifted the pained expression from her face, and offered a polite nod to his concerned face.
As Ainyi thought over the other questions she let out an exasperated sigh and raised a hand to her head. "Believe me, I have tried to remember everything that happened, everything that might lead to a hint, or a clue, but it's - ". She sighed and shook her head. "There are times I wonder if I'm chasing a paranoid dream. If his death was just as it was. It feels so strongly like murder yes, but these are coincidences. I have no proof, nor answers to your questions." The red head leaned against the wall, and smirked wryly at the dark haired Endal. "Though, I haven't wasted the night entirely, it seems."
There was an immense reluctance in her tone as she spoke, akin to a beaten woman admitting defeat. Her eyes followed Turrin as much as they betrayed her own guilt for her lack of proof. She wondered how he coped, as a clear mixed blood Endal. Often, her struggle as a lower caste member embittered her as much as they drove her, but at what price did this man's privilege come? To what degree was his politeness a plea for acceptance?
Snapping herself together, Ainyi cleared her throat. "All I remember is my father talking with some men in Katinu on some nights, and Dek on some others. He was quieter with me than usual once this started, and he wouldn't talk to me about it, and said it was private. I expected him to be happier after he became an Avora, but he seemed...troubled. Upset. Something was on his mind, but he was like this before. He'd gone out climbing the days before his death; he did that, sometimes, to clear his mind." She raised her eyes to meet his again, face friendly, but understandably joyless. "Does that help?"
"No, not annoying," She corrected slowly as her feet began to pace her about the space. "Just a lot to process. Mostly, I have eavesdropped on Dek, as that is who I saw him gathering with a few times, before death. Most of what I heard though, wasn't related. I told myself, if I didn't hear anything new or worthy in the next ten days, I would stop this method...this was meant to be one of my last nights of it. I suppose - we were both fortunate, then." Ainyi lifted the pained expression from her face, and offered a polite nod to his concerned face.
As Ainyi thought over the other questions she let out an exasperated sigh and raised a hand to her head. "Believe me, I have tried to remember everything that happened, everything that might lead to a hint, or a clue, but it's - ". She sighed and shook her head. "There are times I wonder if I'm chasing a paranoid dream. If his death was just as it was. It feels so strongly like murder yes, but these are coincidences. I have no proof, nor answers to your questions." The red head leaned against the wall, and smirked wryly at the dark haired Endal. "Though, I haven't wasted the night entirely, it seems."
There was an immense reluctance in her tone as she spoke, akin to a beaten woman admitting defeat. Her eyes followed Turrin as much as they betrayed her own guilt for her lack of proof. She wondered how he coped, as a clear mixed blood Endal. Often, her struggle as a lower caste member embittered her as much as they drove her, but at what price did this man's privilege come? To what degree was his politeness a plea for acceptance?
Snapping herself together, Ainyi cleared her throat. "All I remember is my father talking with some men in Katinu on some nights, and Dek on some others. He was quieter with me than usual once this started, and he wouldn't talk to me about it, and said it was private. I expected him to be happier after he became an Avora, but he seemed...troubled. Upset. Something was on his mind, but he was like this before. He'd gone out climbing the days before his death; he did that, sometimes, to clear his mind." She raised her eyes to meet his again, face friendly, but understandably joyless. "Does that help?"