Saxani was amused by Mamoru's audacity though not surprised. Alas, there were some things she liked to keep to herself. Saxani's movements became abrupt, taunting even, as she jerked her body in a double take, to question his own question. "What vices have I," she retorted, "Well, very few if I must be honest. The fire of my spirit was quenched some time ago. If you consider an obsession for the simple and beautiful a vice, then there is that…it's why I don't mind standing here and watching. "If you'd like to, I can stay at the post while you take a break. I doubt anyone would truly notice, or care for that matter. Siku might be offended if you didn't celebrate with her, in fact. You know she's watching; her eyes are everywhere," said Saxani, with a rather deep and suggestive tone at that. Her eyes panned the crowd, eagerly seeking the priestesses who would usher in the climactic event of the festivities. "Otherwise, I'm quite entertained from here, at peace even." Saxani crossed her arms in defense as she looked at the scene again. It was precious to her that in spite of all the chaos she held at bay with the fellow guards, there was something that remained pure in Zinrah. Even with such bare essentials, the Dhani found a new direction in which to prosper and revel. Were they to take to the open air, who knows what their celebrations could before, or their darkest of triumphs? Still, she was only partially put at ease, and tried to nestle the good feeling in her heart like a baby, gently yet guarding, knowing how easily it could all be swept away. "By the way," she cut in, "I'm not familiar with your face. You may be young, for all I know, or simply we've never crossed paths – what are the chances – but I do not know you. I am Sashisaxani, daughter of Tsalisashi. You are Mamoru, if I heard correct? Master Mamoru, even?" By her tone, she clearly was teasing him, this master in Zinrah. Master of what exactly, and over whom? Perhaps the Queen would like to meet him, she thought. |