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Post by TygerShore on Nov 24, 2009 21:51:19 GMT -5
Kiraz blinked her eyes open. The first thing that came through was the top of her tent, dull brown and quite badly put together. The girl didn't mind though -- it meant safety, and home. Forcing herself out of her cot, she stood up and got properly dressed for the day.
The last two years had been like a big holiday for Kiraz. Nothing horrifying or dangerous had happened -- it had all been quite layed back and easy. Kiraz didn't like it at all. Yes, of course she loved the fact that her life was free of tragedies, and she was truly thankful for her new home but it seemed...too easy.
She had watched as Max had sent others off to spy on the animals, but she was never asked to go. It bugged her, but she had always been too hesitant to say anything. Today it was all going to change though, she wanted to help the rebellion, and she was sure that she could easily prove her loyalty...if she was only sent on missions.
Kiraz stepped out of the tent wearing capris, and a faded tunic. She scanned the area for Max, wanting to talk to him before her mind thought up some excuse to why she shouldn't.
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Post by Lark on Nov 24, 2009 22:26:26 GMT -5
It felt like a typical day. He never expected a day to remain as such. Some things were learned over the years. This being one of them: expect the unexpected. Always.
He rubbed the blade in his hand across a stone. He liked the way the steel of his knife sounded against granite when sharpening it. Sllliiiishk sllllisshk...
He noticed Kiraz before she saw him. He secretly kept an eye on her at all hours of the day. Max had yet to explain to Kiraz who he really was to her. When the time was right he'd tell her. For now he was admittedly not prepared and remained a guardian-like figure at a short distance away.
Maxwell had not had a lot of one on one time with the girl. He had avoided it. Yet today nobody sat next to him as he sharpened his knife. And by the looks of it...Kiraz was looking for someone. He somehow knew it was him.
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Post by TygerShore on Nov 24, 2009 22:39:32 GMT -5
Spotting Max a few steps away, Kiraz made her way over to him. As he sharpened his knife, it seemed to make her even more nervous about asking him to give her a real job to do. She would hate herself for backing down now though, and so there was simply no way out of it.
Kiraz stood infront of Max, instead of taking the vacant seat beside him. Taking a breath, she began quietly, and was barely louder than the noise of the knife scraping across the granite. "Hello." She took another breath, as well as an extra bout of courage to speak up louder "I was wondering If there were any positions out in the field that need to be filled." She knew that she was being quite blunt about it, but if she tried hinting at what she wanted, she doubted that it would get done.
Feeling slightly nervous, Kiraz's hand went up to her necklace, and she fiddled with the pendant absentmindedly. She never let it off her neck, and it helped her calm down and relax as she waited for Max's reply.
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Post by Lark on Nov 25, 2009 10:41:23 GMT -5
He watched her spot him and then approach, filling in the void of space between them. She absentmindedly began fiddling with the necklace she wore on her neck as she spoke to him. He couldn't help, but watch her hands twiddle over the pendant. A million thoughts were darting through the back of his mind. He almost didn't hear what the Kiraz said.
"....positions out in the field that need to be filled."
He caught the last of her statement. It was enough to grasp the concept. He looked up at her where she stood and coolly shrugged his shoulders.
"I try not to bother the girls much with any labor. I make the men do it before a girl such as yourself. There is plenty to busy yourself with inside the camp. There is cooking for example. Eurskie enjoys teaching his skills to others willing to listen and learn."
He knew the answer would most likely not be enough for her. It always worked this way. Kiraz wasn't the first person who approached him on this type of subject. He'd sheltered Owen as long as he could. Owen was rebellious though. He'd weaseled his way around his commands. None other could have done so without fearing Max. Owen was aware of his and Max's shared family and was more than aware that he could get away with things none other could.
But Kiraz didn't know yet. Didn't know she was his child.
"If you want I can even go find Eurskie myself."
He hoped his enthusiasm on the matter of cooking was enough to hold her off for a few more weeks...even a couple days. He waited on her response and went back to sharpening the knife.
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Post by TygerShore on Nov 25, 2009 13:30:40 GMT -5
"I try not to bother the girls much with any labor. I make the men do it before a girl such as yourself. There is plenty to busy yourself with inside the camp. There is cooking for example. Eurskie enjoys teaching his skills to others willing to listen and learn."
As soon as he mentioned cooking, Kiraz felt her brain telling her to scream at him. But she couldn't...he had been so nice in giving her a home...it wouldn't be right. Kiraz hated cooking. She didn't want to be a maid, she wanted to be a fighter, someone who had something that she could defend herself with. She had tried cooking in the past, and was horrible at it, burning almost everything that could be burned.
"If you want I can even go find Eurskie myself."
Kiraz gave a slight frown. "Well...I would really like to help outside the camp, with missions...I'm not very good at cooking..." Kiraz stood her ground, showing one of her many defects -- stubbornness.
Another reason why she didn't want to go and take cooking lessons from Eurskie was the fact that she still wasn't one-hundred percent comfortable around animals. Taking cooking lessons from one would just be a little bit too much.
Kiraz hoped that Max would understand...in her mind, she begged him to understand. She wanted to be a help out there in the world, not stuck here cooking for the rest of her life.
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Post by Lark on Nov 27, 2009 19:03:43 GMT -5
It took a lot of effort being calm over the matter. He had no way of maneuvering around Kiraz without sounding brash. It looked as if he had no other choice. You couldn't be a guardian and also a respected friend.
"Let me guess. You just want to leave a while and not be stuck enclosed in these walls?"
Could he blame her? It had been two years...two years he had kept quiet. The thought made him want to twitch. He'd always been and excellent liar as well as one to hold a secret with incredibly confidence. His ability to meander around the topic was loosening.
"It's really dangerous. Personally, I don't want to see you hurt yourself. As long as you are in the camp there is slim chance of you being endangered."
Maybe concerned words would be enough. Yet he'd heard her response already and knew she had taken on his stubbornness. It was a trait that even Owen shared. Must be from my mother's side then...
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Post by TygerShore on Nov 27, 2009 20:38:11 GMT -5
"Let me guess. You just want to leave a while and not be stuck enclosed in these walls?"
Kiraz nodded, keeping her mouth shut. She was getting quite claustrophobic by staying here so long, and wanted to be out in the world once more -- knowing that when she was done, she would have a safe home to come back to.
"It's really dangerous. Personally, I don't want to see you hurt yourself. As long as you are in the camp there is slim chance of you being endangered."
Kiraz nearly rolled her eyes. "My whole life has been dangerous! I'm not afraid though!" Kiraz immediately thought of when her eagle had clawed her, giving her the scar that ran down her face. She hadn't been afraid even then only angry.
"Please?" Kiraz pleaded, feeling like a child wanting a piece of candy, but her parents wouldn't let her. Well, since she lost her mother, she didn't have any parental figure in her life...except maybe Max, and he was leader of the rebellion, so he was like everyone's parent.
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