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- Posted: Thu, 06 Jan 2011 01:41:06 +0000
- ■ □ ■ - - Evelyn Alinari
- Evelyn stopped playing with her knife and stared at Abel, the firm and steady gaze of her eyes more piercing and dangerous to him than her innocent blade toss game would have ever been.
“Very well. I may accidently lop them off with you distracting me so.”
Certainly, she was practiced enough with her knives to safely divide her attention when using them, so with a smile and a friendly pitch, the line might have resembled a joke. Accompanied by a glare, the line might have been a mutual promise of violence. But coming from Evelyn’s lips it was nothing of either but something entirely different. The words were delivered with a tone that thoroughly embodied indifference, exemplifying the barest trace of emotion, and had been said as if their sole purpose was to be part of a remark on an assumed truth. She used Abel’s words, but the question of whether that was out of anger or simply because she didn’t bother with rewording could not be answered.
One thing was clear though. Since she had been assigned to following him around, she had been reconsidering her opinion of Abel. She knew him to be older and assumedly believed him to be wiser, probably not as much as others, but still with a good head on his shoulders. Yet here he was, carelessly telling her off, the brainless fear for the wellbeing of his beloved earlobes overshadowing any common sense. She wanted to think he was better than that. She was thinking she ought to have believed better than that. She thought wrong.
Not only was Abel a twit, but he was also a self-centred brat who only cared about himself. It was a wonder how he had ever gotten along with his family.
They set off. For a while she was silent, unconsciously flipping her knife over and over in her hand. A gentle breeze graced her already windswept hair and she took its touch as a prompt to begin a survey of the boisterous sights around them.
There was the woman leading, and then there was Abel before her. Her eyes followed up his figure to stop at the back of his head. So he had expected her to slice his ear out of all things? Hm. Could she do it? Slowly, the tip of the knife was brought up to point at the place of the farmboy’s left ear, in spite of the crowds. Her hand weighed the blade, already calculating a throw. If she hurled it, how likely under current circumstances would it meet that modest curl of flesh and cartilage? There was that light wind in the air, though obviously it not enough to steer an airborne projectile off course.
And... What was this? She held it there for a moment, both eyes trained on a blemish in the silver of the metal. How had she not noticed it before? Bringing her knife back, she scraped the speck of filth off with a fingernail. When she was done, she returned the weapon to its sheath.
Now her attention was on their task. The woman said she knew where it was. Could she have meant the water? Intrigued, Evelyn increased her stride to pass Abel and approach the woman in front. “That is quite helpful. How had you come about such information?”