family matters

The attitude wasn’t something she she expected but it wasn’t a surprise, maybe that was where she got her own wit from. She moved into the room more fully, clutching her gown to herself tighter, continuing the role of the nervous maiden finding someone who shouldn’t be there.

I can see that, she said quietly and ran a hand through her blonde curls and held up the lantern to see a little better. She still couldn’t believe it was actually him and he was sitting there in front of her. She had always wanted to look for him but she didn’t no where to start but it seemed like the Maker or the Creators or whatever power on high that she was supposed to believe in wanted to throw him in her path.

Murderous sea horses? she looked concerned. She wasn’t. She didn’t really care. She was playing a nervous little half-elven waif, right? Some servant or kept woman who had no power and was scared of the intruder. Not that she didn’t think for a second she couldn’t take the man in front of her without even waking up a single person in the house. But where was the fun in that. She wanted to toy with him. See what she could get out of him without him being aware of who she was and not only who she was but that she knew exactly who he was.

Her eyes darted back and forth between him and the door behind her, Maybe I should get a guard or someone… I… don’t think you’re supposed to be here and I don’t want any trouble… she said, timid and backing towards the door, baiting him to stand and get closer.