This is why I dislike children…
The thoughts were frosty, and Ayatah jumped to her feet quickly after she received a kick to the face. The blow was not hard, nor particularly painful. But a kick to the face was hardly ever pleasant.
The fire grew, hungrier and hungrier still. Ayatah merely backed away, separated by the girl mid-tantrum by a wall of orange flames. She had been close to fire, of course, but never like this. The half-breed now understood the girl’s point; fire was dangerous, and it would be difficult to battle the girl when surrounded by flames, as she was now.
But Ayatah’s interest had waned in the argument, and any morsel of respect she had had for the child had gone up in - well, flames. Their people were vicious, but not stupid. They were prideful, but no arrogant. And yet, at least in the eyes of the half-Eypharian, the young girl she was watching incorporated both.
She hardly listened to the youngster’s ramblings, her mind busy with other thoughts and issues of her own. However, when Shesha parted those flashes like soft curtains, Ayatah turned to the girl.
"I would still like to remain friends."
A strange smirk appeared on her lips, and Ayatah’s head tilted to the side. She did not know how to react to this -- child. The attack (or was it defense?) that the younger girl had just demonstrated was good enough reason for the half-Eypharian to turn her back and return to her own duties and life.
”Maybe when you’re older and stop acting like such a child.”
Her words were cool, but not harshly so. Myrian children were vicious little critters, she had discovered, but it was uncommon for one to be genuinely dangerous.
All the more reason to grow up. She added silently, nodding a final farewell to the girl and heading off towards the military barracks. She had things to do with her day, after all.
The thoughts were frosty, and Ayatah jumped to her feet quickly after she received a kick to the face. The blow was not hard, nor particularly painful. But a kick to the face was hardly ever pleasant.
The fire grew, hungrier and hungrier still. Ayatah merely backed away, separated by the girl mid-tantrum by a wall of orange flames. She had been close to fire, of course, but never like this. The half-breed now understood the girl’s point; fire was dangerous, and it would be difficult to battle the girl when surrounded by flames, as she was now.
But Ayatah’s interest had waned in the argument, and any morsel of respect she had had for the child had gone up in - well, flames. Their people were vicious, but not stupid. They were prideful, but no arrogant. And yet, at least in the eyes of the half-Eypharian, the young girl she was watching incorporated both.
She hardly listened to the youngster’s ramblings, her mind busy with other thoughts and issues of her own. However, when Shesha parted those flashes like soft curtains, Ayatah turned to the girl.
"I would still like to remain friends."
A strange smirk appeared on her lips, and Ayatah’s head tilted to the side. She did not know how to react to this -- child. The attack (or was it defense?) that the younger girl had just demonstrated was good enough reason for the half-Eypharian to turn her back and return to her own duties and life.
”Maybe when you’re older and stop acting like such a child.”
Her words were cool, but not harshly so. Myrian children were vicious little critters, she had discovered, but it was uncommon for one to be genuinely dangerous.
All the more reason to grow up. She added silently, nodding a final farewell to the girl and heading off towards the military barracks. She had things to do with her day, after all.
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