Her comments had elicited a change in the man. She saw the darkening of his skin but it was the flashes of fire which allowed her to see the crimson tones. She wondered at first if it was an effect of the light, pale features reflecting the flames. While the light from the magical fire did seem to play over his face, it was showing up something which stunned Azira: the Ethaefal was blushing. A small crease appeared between her brows as she frowned slightly in contemplation. Why was he blushing? Was it simple embarrassment over having asked such a question or was there something else going on that she'd missed? Had his ludicrous question had some purpose that she didn't understand? She couldn't wrap her head around it and she wondered if this was some idiomatic expression which she hadn't been aware of before. His words added a new layer of confusion. Why was she any different to converse with than a man? She could not see how her sex had bearing on their conversation, especially as they'd been conversing without any problem up to this point. His demeanour was confusing as well. Here was this divine being, one who was probably significantly older than her, who was suddenly acting like a newborn chick that had no idea how to do anything. Floundering was a good a term as any to describe him; he was floundering.
"Your career?" she asked, hoping that the answer might shed some light on the situation. The huntress considered his words carefully, fitting some things together. "You work with women? Does everyone not work with women? Men and women work together in all things. I cannot think of a job working with women would be important," she commented naively. The Inarta was genuine in what she said for she honestly had no suspicions about what his work might entail. She somewhat pitied these women he worked with if he suddenly became flustered at odd moments, he must be a nightmare to work alongside. She would fast become irritated with such behaviour.
The notion that an Ethaefal's mortal seeming form was not a secret was intriguing. She was glad that she could ask such a question without causing upset. Not that she would stop every Ethaefal she met on the street to ask them what they looked like when their deity no longer held dominion in the sky. It was simply good to be informed of such things if she found herself conversing with an Ethaefal again. Of course, she was immensely curious to discover Alses's night time race but she couldn't justify going to her place of work simply to ask that. Not only would it be foolish but it would probably make it fairly obvious that the woman was still in her thoughts, even after so many days. A wistful sigh escaped her and she cursed herself for allowing such an emotion to manifest in a way that her companion might notice. There was no reason to think Halin'a would suspect that she was pining after one of his own race, especially as she hadn't said anything. If he thought anything of it, he would probably think that the noise pertained to her wish to fly again or her desire to return home. No reason for him to suspect anything else.
She had suspected that he wasn't from Lhavit originally but she found herself snorting aloud when he said he wouldn't recognise an Inarta.
"We are not hard to spot. We are all short--I am very short for Inarta--and we all have red hair. Women usually wear long and braided, men have it short. Red hair is not common here. Everyone has different colours, it is very strange to me. We dress different too. I'm wearing clothes for here. I do not want to stand out too much, but you would recognise Inarta clothes. Very different from here, you would know," she responded matter-of-factly, nodding along with her words. Azira knew that she was right about this for she was confident that those of her race would stick out here. She didn't imagine that they would be as interested in conforming as she was, even so, she only wore Lhavitian clothes some of the time.
His question was not a new one to her and despite having been asked it before, she still didn't have a very good answer. It had been an impulsive choice, she hadn't put any sort of thought in to it at all but had simply gone. Normal people tended to have reasons for doing things, that's why this would be a perfectly ordinary and reasonable question--if the huntress was normal.
"I do not have a reason. I thought 'I could go to Lhavit' and then I did. I had read about it and it seemed interesting but why I decided to come in winter, I do not know. It was just a thought and it made me come. It has certainly been... different," she explained carefully, knowing how ludicrous she must sound. Better to turn the attention to Halin'a as fast as possible rather than allow him to ask any more. The show didn't seem to be enough of a distraction for him anymore as he was beginning to pay more and more attention to her rather than the acrobats. Not that they weren't still being watched by the Ethaefal, of course, they were impossible to ignore completely and there was no reason why anyone would want to do so either.
"But you are not from here. Where did you come from? Why are you here?" she asked, her Common direct and to the point.
"Your career?" she asked, hoping that the answer might shed some light on the situation. The huntress considered his words carefully, fitting some things together. "You work with women? Does everyone not work with women? Men and women work together in all things. I cannot think of a job working with women would be important," she commented naively. The Inarta was genuine in what she said for she honestly had no suspicions about what his work might entail. She somewhat pitied these women he worked with if he suddenly became flustered at odd moments, he must be a nightmare to work alongside. She would fast become irritated with such behaviour.
The notion that an Ethaefal's mortal seeming form was not a secret was intriguing. She was glad that she could ask such a question without causing upset. Not that she would stop every Ethaefal she met on the street to ask them what they looked like when their deity no longer held dominion in the sky. It was simply good to be informed of such things if she found herself conversing with an Ethaefal again. Of course, she was immensely curious to discover Alses's night time race but she couldn't justify going to her place of work simply to ask that. Not only would it be foolish but it would probably make it fairly obvious that the woman was still in her thoughts, even after so many days. A wistful sigh escaped her and she cursed herself for allowing such an emotion to manifest in a way that her companion might notice. There was no reason to think Halin'a would suspect that she was pining after one of his own race, especially as she hadn't said anything. If he thought anything of it, he would probably think that the noise pertained to her wish to fly again or her desire to return home. No reason for him to suspect anything else.
She had suspected that he wasn't from Lhavit originally but she found herself snorting aloud when he said he wouldn't recognise an Inarta.
"We are not hard to spot. We are all short--I am very short for Inarta--and we all have red hair. Women usually wear long and braided, men have it short. Red hair is not common here. Everyone has different colours, it is very strange to me. We dress different too. I'm wearing clothes for here. I do not want to stand out too much, but you would recognise Inarta clothes. Very different from here, you would know," she responded matter-of-factly, nodding along with her words. Azira knew that she was right about this for she was confident that those of her race would stick out here. She didn't imagine that they would be as interested in conforming as she was, even so, she only wore Lhavitian clothes some of the time.
His question was not a new one to her and despite having been asked it before, she still didn't have a very good answer. It had been an impulsive choice, she hadn't put any sort of thought in to it at all but had simply gone. Normal people tended to have reasons for doing things, that's why this would be a perfectly ordinary and reasonable question--if the huntress was normal.
"I do not have a reason. I thought 'I could go to Lhavit' and then I did. I had read about it and it seemed interesting but why I decided to come in winter, I do not know. It was just a thought and it made me come. It has certainly been... different," she explained carefully, knowing how ludicrous she must sound. Better to turn the attention to Halin'a as fast as possible rather than allow him to ask any more. The show didn't seem to be enough of a distraction for him anymore as he was beginning to pay more and more attention to her rather than the acrobats. Not that they weren't still being watched by the Ethaefal, of course, they were impossible to ignore completely and there was no reason why anyone would want to do so either.
"But you are not from here. Where did you come from? Why are you here?" she asked, her Common direct and to the point.
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