The Communal Kitchens (Closed)

[Cherie]

Cherie had sat quietly during the exchange, half listening to the flow of conversation, and half immersed in her own thoughts. She had drifted off into such a stupor, that when Kisa, the Endal at the table, asked for her name, it took her a couple of seconds to remember it.

"What? Oh, er, its Cherie." she smiled at the two women, golden eyes flashing back and forth between them. When the pale haired woman commented on the Endal's hatred of Symenestra, and her own hatred of her race, Cherie felt a little confused, "Why is that? Is it because of your eating habits, or is there something more?"

Perhaps due to her rather young age, Cherie was oblivious to different cultures and the history of Mizahar; instead, she lived in a bubble of her own. Books were not something Cherie picked up often. The term "Symenestra" was not included in the bubble.

[Deyja Zhitani]

Deyja's lips parted in a half hearted sigh. She shouldn't have let what was said get to her so much. Realizing she was more than likely ruining the meals of others the mixed blood decided to let it go. Deyja shook her head throwing unruly waist-length locs of fiery scarlet in all directions. With one last lingering sigh her lids opened and her golden gaze poured out over the race that she was both apart of but not. Self-consciously she nimbled on her lower lip, her thoughts now wondering to her life goal. Deyja wanted the chance to talk, to mingle, to conversate with someone other than herself. She was lonely and was looking to make some friends, but she seemed to be having no luck. Within a few seconds her molten gaze fell on unique flash of white within a sea of crimson. 'Curious?' the mixed blood's interest quickly piqued. The woman sitting with the two red heads was obviously not inarta, yet she was having no trouble mingling."Heh, well it looks like it's just me," Deyja mused cynically abit jealous.

[Kisa [Intrind]]

Cherie, a good enough name for an Inarta. Kisa flashed the girl a smile, entertained by her stammer. Cherie looked capable enough, she seemed slight at first glance but you could see the muscles holding her together and then stronger was she held herself. She could hold up in a fight, Kisa guessed. With a glance around her, Kisa accidentally locked eyes with the girl that had been pacing around earlier.

Kisa nearly laughed, the girl almost looked... jelious. So, the girl wanted some companions to eat lunch with. Might as well have one more, this table was going to turn into a circus soon enough. With a shameless laugh, Kisa beckoned the girl over. A bit of an inviting mischevious look in her honey gold eyes.

[Drusilla]

"Ah, well... Symenestra... errrm... just aren't nice creatures... As for why... they steal women to use as surrogates to produce more of us, then they die during childbirth." Drusilla stammered. In her head she waited for the young girl to get up and run for her life. She was trying to put her past in the past, but maybe if they knew... they would be safer. "If you see a male or another female Symenestra, let me know and stay away from them. They're snachers."

[Deyja Zhitani]

Deyja's next breath of air hitched in her throat as one of the girls she was observing locked gazes with her. In mere seconds her heart had doubled in pace and heat had rushed to her face. She had been caught staring and now Deyja was being beckoned by the Inarta girl whose honey gold gaze flickered with an inviting mischief. 'What were her intentions?' she wondered but the possibilities were endless. Deciding she had no real reason to pass the invitation the mixed blooded red-head carried herself over to the table. "Guess you caught me," she teased before giving the other two a wide grin as acknowlegdement. She prefered to give much lighter greetings filled with playfulness rather than boring formal ones, and besides the group didn't look like the type to care about such things. At least she hoped that they weren't. Deyja knew that she already had her blood against her; she didn't want her lack of formality to be another strike."Forgive my creepiness," she added before releasing a soft chuckle into the air.

[Kisa [Intrind]]

Kisa smiled, entertained by the new girl. "Oh I'm sure we won't hold it against you. I'm Kisa [Intrind]."

What an unexpected turn of events. Kisa was normally rather unsocial, but here she is having conversations with three others. Definitely a day for the books. At least they weren't fighting. Kisa didn't have the energy for that after all her recent training.

[Cherie]

Cherie's eyes widened as she listened to Drusilla's short recount about her race. She found it both frightening and disgusting; images of dying women filled her mind, blocking out any other thoughts. She wanted to leave, but forced herself to maintain her composure.

"Ah," Cherie forced her face to remain blank, not wishing to insult the Symenestra, although she obviously disliked her race just as much as Cherie did now. She vaguely noticed another Inarta join them, as she forced down another spoonful of food. As soon as she had swallowed it, Cherie began to feel dizzy and nauseous.

There was no way of getting the images out of her mind, and her hunger had now completely vanished. Cupping a hand to her mouth and the other to her stomach, she stood up, mumbling "Sorry, I need to go outside for a while, I feel unwell"

OOCI am going to pull out of the thread, since I can't afford the time to post very regularly right now.

[Deyja Zhitani]

Deyja let another soft chuckle escape her lips before flicking back a few strands of her fiery locs. She could tell she was going to like this girl who introduced herself as Kisa [Intrind]. "Deyja, Deyja Zhitani, and its......," absently she trailed off her molten gaze sliding over to the other Inarta girl. The girl looked ill and had quickly risen to her feet mumbling something Deyja didn't quite catch. She dropped her gaze to the floor suddenly feeling abit self-conscious. Was she the cause of the girl wanting to leave? Kisa had beckoned her over, but what if the others did not want the added company. What if she was intruding. What if she...what if. Deyja knew she couldn't dwell on what ifs, they were endless so she returned her attention to Kisa. It was Kisa who had invited her over to the table in the first place."Um...Kisa, now that's a pretty name," she offered an attempt to still her thoughts.

[Kisa [Intrind]]

With a passing glance at the fleeing Cherie, Kisa let out a slight snicker. The girl would never be much of a fighter with a stomach as weak as that. Or maybe she was just judging too fiercly on a girl who had probably never had to defend her life before. Kisa's eyes flashed darkly as she remembered all the times she had been so close to death. The world was not easy, it was ferocious and menacing.

Kisa's head perked at Deyja's remark about her name. It was a pleasant attempt at conversation. She smiled, peering at the Symenestra as well hoping to diminish her guilt at disturbing Cherie. It truly wasn't her fault.

"Thank you, I've never really thought about it being a good name. I have always thought that my sister, Nali, had a beautiful name. So Deyja, what are you training in?" Kisa was honestly curious about the girl, she liked her fire but could not recall seeing her around.

[Drusilla]

Drusilla watched as the girl ran, it was a normal reaction. She chuckled to herself, oh what a horrid creature she was... Drusilla looked at her plate, anything she could eat was gone. She looked to the dek table, "Excuse me for a moment, please." She said getting to her feet. Walking over to the deks, Drusilla placed her tray on the table, her only command, "Be sure to share." She made her way back to her table, glancing back to make sure sharing was happening. "Inarta names are really different from the names Symenestra give their childeren. It was pretty confusing when I came here, Wind Reach is the exact opposite of Kalinor. But, I love it here!" Drusilla smiled, as of late the Inarta had taken an interest in her and her silk. She was no longer feeling so outcasted for her race.