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 Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 6:51 pm
Rats! Just when she thought the topic of Faelahn was gone and done with, Aseara went and asked who she was. Khalel couldn’t just ignore the question, either. That would have been rude, and that was the last thing she wanted to be, especially toward a newfound friend. “She’s my stepmother,” the girl explained, her lips drooping downward into a frown. “She’s not…fond of me very much.” This was followed by a meek shrug of the girl’s shoulders. Khalel knew the exact reason her stepmother didn’t like her, too; it was because she was a hybrid. The constant reminder of her husband’s affair with another woman (and a slave, at that) just...didn’t seem to sit well with the noblewoman. Still – sometimes the youngling couldn’t help but wish that Faelahn was a bit kinder.
The topic of perzi was a quick way to help change her mood. At the mention of Aseara wanting one, Khalel couldn’t help but grin. Although she didn’t say it outwardly, she knew the girl would be able to dance well enough, for sure! She’d make enough money for a perzi and then some! “Let me know if you do get one at some point,” she said, her gaze shifting to Fajaan, who had went to snuggle into the plush pillows upon the bed. “If you do, I’ll bring Fajaan over, and then they could play.”
The youngling drifted off into silence after that. With a tired but content sigh, she fell backward on her bed and relaxed for a few more minutes. Once she had rested, she then got up and dashed over to a vanity with a small chair and a nice-sized mirror resting upon it. She then picked up an item – a small, yet intricate comb made from finely carved bone – and then brought it back before holding it out to the Wind earthling. “Could-…” she paused, a bit shy about making such a request, “could you comb my hair? I’d love to have hair as soft as yours!” Ever since she first laid eyes on the Wind woman, Khalel couldn’t help but be captivated by her pale, gorgeous hair. It was beautiful, and she couldn’t understand how one couldn’t be jealous of it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 7:06 am
The moment she saw Khalel’s expression, Aseara wished she hadn`t asked. “Ah I am sorry.” She didn’t have any reassuring words for the youngling. Her own childhood didn’t exactly have a very strong parental presence in it and much less a step mother. Granted Miska came quite close to being a sort of stepmother and she hadn’t been very nice either. “I totally understand, my guardian wasn’t very nice to me either.” That was as close as she could relate to Khalel’s experience. “It gets better.” She was sure at some point her father wouldn’t be able to keep his daughter at home.
“I will most definitely let you know.” Aseara offered the girl a smile as she watched Fajaan. She didn’t know if her father would allow Khalel to go to the Red Amaryllis considering it wasn’t exactly the place for a noble lady. Granted, she had seen some male performers lurking around once in a while. It made her wonder if Afsana did cater to a female audience, she didn’t see why not. It would make sense business wise. It made her wonder if the noble ladies had to sneak about when they did want to see a performance.
The Wind girl sat up and watched Khalel go to her vanity. “Brush your hair?” The request was quite personal; Aseara had no idea how to react. No one had ever brushed her hair and she didn’t have any siblings to brush their hair. She decided to give it a try anyway, couldn’t hurt could it to make actual real friends. “Of course.” Aseara slide herself to the edge of the bed and walked over. She grabbed the extended comb and turned it over to look at the detail while Khalel seated herself. As gently as she could manage Aseara began to undo the girl’s ponytail. “So what do you want to do when you grow up?”
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 7:23 am
She certainly hoped that it got better! Her father couldn’t keep her locked up like a creature in a cage forever, she realized. Well, he could, but she sincerely prayed that he wouldn’t. She would be getting older, and what use was it keeping a grown woman locked up in her own house? Being able to come and go as she pleased would be a lot nicer. She wanted to make friends and explore and see the world! Such things weren’t exactly easy when all you had were four walls to look at. Her father would come around, eventually, she knew. It would just take time.
When Aseara started to undo her pigtails, Khalel helped her out. While she got the first one, the youngling pulled the ties out of her other one and let her hair fall loose. For someone with Oban in her blood, her hair was quite fine and soft, with the locks having a slight wave to them as it got toward the bottom. Although they were more Fire in color, the texture was certainly bound to be Matori. She had her mother to thank for that! Once her hair was free from its ties, the young girl took a seat at the edge of her bed next to Aseara and grinned when she heard the girl’s question.
”I'm going to be a treasure hunter!”
The idea of Khalel going out and hunting for treasure might have been a little surprising, but not if one really got a good look at the girl’s personal living quarters. It was clear that she had a passion for collecting things, and being a treasure hunter would allow her to go out and see the world, all while collecting beautiful things. Numerous tomes in her personal library contained stories of individuals going out on adventures for treasure, be they successful or otherwise. Those were Khalel’s favorite, and she took in the words like a sponge soaks up water.
Just as she was about to elaborate further, a figure appeared in the door of her room. It was Kelna. The elderly staff member had let herself in, as most of her father’s workers were inclined to do when they needed to find the young girl. ”Sorry to bother, miss,” she said, quirking a brow as she noticed the two girls were talking and that Aseara had a comb in her hand, ”But it’s about time I show your instructor out. Best to say your goodbyes.”
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 8:47 am
Once Khalel’s hair was free Aseara gently began to brush it. She picked up a few pieces of hair and gently began to brush from the bottom up. Her hair wasn’t too tangled so the comb passed through with ease through her hair. Her hair was a different texture than her own yet still very soft. Aseara had seen a few Matori around and their hair seemed to be quite wavy, thankfully Khalel’s was wavy just not as intense. “You’re hair is really nice.” Aseara had to admit this was kind of nice and for the first time she found herself thinking about having kids.
“Oh, I’ve met another treasure hunter in Oba before!” Irro had been quite nice; it seemed Oba really did attract the treasure hunters. When someone came in Aseara turned and quickly straightened up with a more serious expression. She’d been caught breaking some etiquette rules and she hoped Afsana wasn’t going to find out. Aseara nodded and turned to Khalel bowing a bit with a smile. “It was very nice meeting you; I hope that I’ve taught you well.” After their goodbyes were done, Aseara followed the woman back to the front of the home where she was taken back. Hopefully she’d be able to see Khalel again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 8:55 am
Awww – it was time for Aseara to leave already?
But they had only just started hanging out and talking!
Khalel couldn’t help but pout the moment that Kelna had shown up. Well, rats! There went her fun. The youngling was enjoying her time with the dance instructor, and here Old Lady Kelna had to come and tell her it was time for the Wind dancer to go. As much as she wanted to argue for Aseara to stay, the hybrid held her tongue. Such a request probably wouldn’t have sat well with her father, anyway. He was only paying for her to be there for so many hours, and she was doubtful he would want to pay for anything over that.
”I’ll miss you,”, she called out, her hands cupped together so her message would be louder and carry further. ”Hopefully, we’ll see each other again soon!” Khalel could only hope that she’d see Aseara again. Not only did she enjoy her company, but she had made a friend, and hopefully it would be a lifelong friend, rather than just a one-time companion.
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