family matters

Siobhan didn’t expect Ruth to have any clue who she was. Maker, she’d had no confirmation that the man even knew she existed. She didn’t look enough like her mother to expect a flash of recognition if he would even remember her in the first place. No, he had no clue who she was. Probably just another face in a sea of faces. How many poor maidens had he left bedded and alone. How many half-siblings did she maybe have hanging around out there that neither of them knew about? She wanted to put voice to those questions but that would come with time.

She’d honestly never heard of Kelpies before, however, growing up in the chantry and either being ignored, abused, or trained into a perfect weapon, she didn’t get to hear many old wives tales or stories of legend and myth. If she was honest she knew very little of elven anything and if it didn’t have to do with religion or nobility or directly related to her ability to kill or seduce those she needed to seduce to get what she wanted. She didn’t quite care that she didn’t know and if she could play up innocent and dumb it would only help her lure him into a false sense of calm.

She had to fight to keep from rolling her eyes when he called her little miss but she kept her face doe-like and kind of nervous. Just an avid-reader sneaking into a private library late at night. So normal. She bit down on her bottom lip and watched him stand. It became clear where she got her diminutive size from as he only stood maybe an inch taller than she. He hovered there and she started toying with the fabric of her thin night shit, toying with it.

So he was after something specific. That was interesting. She nodded slowly and tucked a blonde lock of hair behind her ear, I might be able to. You’re sure this is okay? She just needed him to tell her what he wanted and to find it first.