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 Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:09 pm
Badieh looked taken aback at his request. She blinked, eyes watching his in the minimal light. "Did you ever think I would do such a thing? Never, not even to my own family," she said suddenly, her heart already thinking before her mind could catch up. She was changing...but, for the better she hoped. "I am glad you kept your promise to me," Badieh said, with a smile coming onto her face.
She still kept her distance though, in their space as the wind howled outside.
"But let me make a promise to you...you are part of the firekin now, Sjari. You and those that came with you. You are now part of the firekin's family, my family, and I protect my own, no matter the threat. If your brother wishes to bring the fight to the firekin, we will return it, and I will make sure he will never harm you ...hurt you, like he has, ever again."
As she let the words flow from her mouth, she felt a pride in her, a strength, and now, she felt, like this was her purpose, and suddenly, she realized, here with Sjari away from the outside world, away from the raging storms and emotions, she felt at peace.
"But," she said, after a few minutes of silence, "I must ask something of you, and you must agree."
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:16 pm
He was glad that it seemed like the didn't have many questions, but Sjari would rather just leave it at that. He didn't know how much he could simply omit, or how often he could settle things with half truths.
What she said was unexpected, though. He felt ashamed, at first, because of the sincerity in her voice, the very content of her words. Sjari had once felt he was too old to behave like a sheepish cub, but he awkwardly diverted his eyes. She trusted him. Should she, really?
Yet, something warmed him there, and he felt a bit lighter, again. Yes, things were moving on. He nodded slightly, and quietly let the moment sink in. "What must you ask me?" He looked up at her once more. He would agree, even if he didn't quite know what it was.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:19 pm
As he agreed to her simple request, she did take one small step towards him within the structure, bringing them a bit closer. As she looked into her eyes she felt as if perhaps he had found a peace too, exalting all of this from his mind.
"We need something...a word, a gesture, that only you and I will know," perhaps it was strange, but she had a good reason, "This way, as I come to find you, or see you, or...you come and find me, ever, I will know it is you and not him."
She didn't know if their voices were different, but as Sjari rarely spoke before, if he did not wish to do so in her presence, how would she know it was not his brother.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:26 pm
It was a... strange request. Spending his entire life with a twin meant Sjari was simply so used to being himself, and Svarr being Svarr, he even forgot they could look so much alike, that they could be mistaken for each other. He knew many little differences between them, but... perhaps it was something only they knew.
He almost laughed, but instead just smiled slightly, and sighed. It was strange to actually feel this again, amusement. Especially under such strange circumstances, such an unhappy subject. "Of course." Sjari nodded. He might point out that only he had the scars on his right eye, that made him see poorly. The other scars, scattered about his body. But who knows, perhaps Svarr had gotten in a few fights at this point.
"Do you suggest anything?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:32 pm
She thought for a moment, then looked at his face, his eyes, body, the scars, and then thought of an idea that could aid her as well, if she were to meet this Svarr. "If we were walking to one another, perhaps instead of stopping we'd keep walking, almost as if just passing by closely, but, before going too far apart..." she looked down, as if it was a silly idea, "we'd...hook tails?"
Badieh had to think of something that would make it sound better.
"So we'd catch each other, have that connection ...it appears we have a close trust...friendship. And, if I were to come across Svarr, and he did not do the action, I'd be able to have leverage to retaliate?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:38 pm
He listened as she spoke. Perhaps it did seem initially silly, walking past each other and hooking tails. But it was a simple enough gesture of a connection, and one an impostor should be able to just pick up on. And, like Badieh said, it would mean that, should Svarr come across her... once she realized it was him, he'd have his back to her.
"I think that sounds good. But... please. I do not look like much now," He'd let himself become lanky, weak, even sickly looking. "But Svarr and I, we were both very well trained. We were good warriors. If you ever do run into him... be careful?" Badieh had been to kind to him, Sjari could not bear the idea of her being hurt by his treacherous brother.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:41 pm
She listened intently, absorbing every word, and as he spoke, she gave a nod, "my father and siblings have trained me well, your brother would not know who he was dealing with. But, Sjari," she said, moving even closer to him that she was settled beside him, leaning slightly on one shoulder. The wind was beginning to subside, more light now filtering in.
"Do not ever believe you will have to fight him...or any of them alone."
She would be there.
And she would protect what was hers.
These lands.
Her family.
...and Sjari.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:50 pm
He did not doubt her, the firekin seemed to be great warriors, he had watched them train. But still, remembering their training, the way they had both seemed to just take to it immediately, naturally... It worried him. And Svarr had always been the cleverest of the two, the one with a knack to work himself – themselves – out of tight situations.
Sjari nodded, and perked his ears to listen to her as she went on. But suddenly she was just so much closer to him, and he wondered how exactly that had happened. The light weight on his shoulder was so unusual, the way they were touching. Yet, it did not feel wrong.
He did not want to speak, because it wasn't necessary. He shifted slightly, pressing back ever so lightly, just so she knew what he felt. Gratitude.
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