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In the corner of his eye Brandon could see the woman stiffening up when she took note of his inquiry. Why? Was she embarrassed or something? Or was she drawing something embarrassing that could lead to being labeled as someone she didn’t want to be? Either way, she shrugged it off swiftly, offering the bat a response in a cool tone, one that was quite haughty as well. Much like …
An image floated into his mind, a memory to be exact. The young boy sat behind the counter, hidden from the sight of the customers coming in, but not of his stepfather’s. Yet, the mustached man let him be, he knew that the boy was bored and was eavesdropping on the patrons with no other intent than to relieve his boredom. Gallan was conversing with the only customer they had welcomed this morning, a Symenestra of course. What the discussion was about Brandon could not remember, yet he did know that tone the customer used. At first the bat had thought the Sym to be a nobility, however, Gallan had later told him he was but a normal citizen like the bat and himself. Yet, the tone of voice the Sym had donned was one of someone who deemed themselves better than others, haughty and … commanding.
Yes, much like the Symenestra, the spider folk from the cave city she sounded, but in another way she didn’t. Strange. There was a layer of ‘I am better than you’ present in her speech patterns, something that the bat had found terribly annoying, but had failed to notice, though now he had remembered. The oh so annoying, frustrating spiders that lived in their underground city spoke like that too, however worse than what she had displayed. She didn’t quite look like one, so he guessed that was why it did not bother him as much as the wiry Symenestra.
“Hahahaha!” he laughed in reply to the comment she’d made, amusing it was indeed. “Well, thank you.” His grip on the boulder weakened for a brief moment, but then he regained his more serious complexion, though that wasn’t that serious, a grin lingering on his lips. However, the fact did not escape him that she did not show her work, which somewhat surprised the bat. Did people not show their drawings to underline the words they had spoken when telling others what they were drawing? Not that it mattered, she was allowed to draw just about anything, himself included.
Syna’s rays touched his skin, the warmth spreading through him immediately, a bliss that he wanted to last forever, he closed his dark orbs. Then the girl made a comment about his nudity, subtly ordering him to put his clothes back on. What was up with that? Didn’t she just say that she had no problem with it? It seemed like that had been a lie, a small one perhaps, but it was still a lie. She also appeared to attempt to convince herself that she had no issues with him being naked … He didn’t say anything about it though, it was tempting however.
“I forgot to bring a towel”, he spoke as if that explained it all “So I am drying myself in the sun, I don’t want to soak my clothes, you know.” Drying would take a while though, the droplets had almost all vanished, but his skin was still wet, Syna wasn’t doing her best. “Different? Perhaps, but isn’t everyone? You are not the run-in-the-mill gal yourself, are you now?” A skilled dodge of the question, an art he had picked up from someone else.
In the corner of his eye Brandon could see the woman stiffening up when she took note of his inquiry. Why? Was she embarrassed or something? Or was she drawing something embarrassing that could lead to being labeled as someone she didn’t want to be? Either way, she shrugged it off swiftly, offering the bat a response in a cool tone, one that was quite haughty as well. Much like …
An image floated into his mind, a memory to be exact. The young boy sat behind the counter, hidden from the sight of the customers coming in, but not of his stepfather’s. Yet, the mustached man let him be, he knew that the boy was bored and was eavesdropping on the patrons with no other intent than to relieve his boredom. Gallan was conversing with the only customer they had welcomed this morning, a Symenestra of course. What the discussion was about Brandon could not remember, yet he did know that tone the customer used. At first the bat had thought the Sym to be a nobility, however, Gallan had later told him he was but a normal citizen like the bat and himself. Yet, the tone of voice the Sym had donned was one of someone who deemed themselves better than others, haughty and … commanding.
Yes, much like the Symenestra, the spider folk from the cave city she sounded, but in another way she didn’t. Strange. There was a layer of ‘I am better than you’ present in her speech patterns, something that the bat had found terribly annoying, but had failed to notice, though now he had remembered. The oh so annoying, frustrating spiders that lived in their underground city spoke like that too, however worse than what she had displayed. She didn’t quite look like one, so he guessed that was why it did not bother him as much as the wiry Symenestra.
“Hahahaha!” he laughed in reply to the comment she’d made, amusing it was indeed. “Well, thank you.” His grip on the boulder weakened for a brief moment, but then he regained his more serious complexion, though that wasn’t that serious, a grin lingering on his lips. However, the fact did not escape him that she did not show her work, which somewhat surprised the bat. Did people not show their drawings to underline the words they had spoken when telling others what they were drawing? Not that it mattered, she was allowed to draw just about anything, himself included.
Syna’s rays touched his skin, the warmth spreading through him immediately, a bliss that he wanted to last forever, he closed his dark orbs. Then the girl made a comment about his nudity, subtly ordering him to put his clothes back on. What was up with that? Didn’t she just say that she had no problem with it? It seemed like that had been a lie, a small one perhaps, but it was still a lie. She also appeared to attempt to convince herself that she had no issues with him being naked … He didn’t say anything about it though, it was tempting however.
“I forgot to bring a towel”, he spoke as if that explained it all “So I am drying myself in the sun, I don’t want to soak my clothes, you know.” Drying would take a while though, the droplets had almost all vanished, but his skin was still wet, Syna wasn’t doing her best. “Different? Perhaps, but isn’t everyone? You are not the run-in-the-mill gal yourself, are you now?” A skilled dodge of the question, an art he had picked up from someone else.
Credit goes to Nyxie Nadira Draer