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Evania crossed her arms and waited for Valerie to return, looking away from Kavil. She wasn't going to keep trying to speak with him anymore. In fact, once she ate and he led her back to her room, Evania wasn't planning on being alone with Kavil again. He had tried to help her with throwing knives, yes, and she was grateful for it. But the silence was enough to make her feel like she was going mad. Before Valerie came back, he spoke.
The twenty year old snapped her head to look at him. It was as if he was only speaking to her to prove her wrong. Her grey eyes narrowed at him while he answered her questions. His voice made the joking questions seem all too serious, and the glare washed away to be replaced with worry. What did he mean that the others would say it was him who was the problem? The way Evania saw it, Kavil had done something terrible. What if he was capable of killing her quicker than she could react? She could have just signed her own death sentence by comparing him to less than a wall. Then again on the other hand, what if he had indeed done something terrible and the others feared him. What if they wanted him to fear them?
Evania was about to ask if he was who she should worry about, but Valerie returned and handed her a plate filled with food. And sitting right on top was a pear. All else was forgotten as she plucked the pear up and sank her teeth in for a bit. The juices squirted into her mouth as she chewed and Evania sighed contently after she swallowed. Valerie hadn't only broken the awkward tension that had begun to build by returning with a plate, but also with answers. The raven haired girl's eyes popped with surprise at the answer. So she hadn't signed her death sentence, but she was handed the tiniest sliver of insight into who Kavil was. His fear of being poisoned gave no answers to whether or not he had indeed done something or if it was the same as he irrational fear of being drugged herself. Not to be killed, but to be taken advantage of, be it sexually or to be sold into slavery of the caravan shops that travelled the country throughout the year.
Valerie brought her back into the conversation directly and Evania looked away from her pear to see the glare from the seething Kavil. It was formidable, but Evania couldn't help but think it precious how easily Valerie had pushed his buttons. Perhaps she had judged the red head too quickly. In fact, Evania was making a note to get the woman to help her be able to annoy Kavil. Though perhaps just her following him about and talking nonstop would do the trick…
"She's absolutely right," pouted the twenty year old. She would play this up if she could. "It's not like I know any of these people enough to be able to trust them. I have to work on faith that they won't kill me." Evania sniffed her nose slightly. "You could be nicer."
The twenty year old snapped her head to look at him. It was as if he was only speaking to her to prove her wrong. Her grey eyes narrowed at him while he answered her questions. His voice made the joking questions seem all too serious, and the glare washed away to be replaced with worry. What did he mean that the others would say it was him who was the problem? The way Evania saw it, Kavil had done something terrible. What if he was capable of killing her quicker than she could react? She could have just signed her own death sentence by comparing him to less than a wall. Then again on the other hand, what if he had indeed done something terrible and the others feared him. What if they wanted him to fear them?
Evania was about to ask if he was who she should worry about, but Valerie returned and handed her a plate filled with food. And sitting right on top was a pear. All else was forgotten as she plucked the pear up and sank her teeth in for a bit. The juices squirted into her mouth as she chewed and Evania sighed contently after she swallowed. Valerie hadn't only broken the awkward tension that had begun to build by returning with a plate, but also with answers. The raven haired girl's eyes popped with surprise at the answer. So she hadn't signed her death sentence, but she was handed the tiniest sliver of insight into who Kavil was. His fear of being poisoned gave no answers to whether or not he had indeed done something or if it was the same as he irrational fear of being drugged herself. Not to be killed, but to be taken advantage of, be it sexually or to be sold into slavery of the caravan shops that travelled the country throughout the year.
Valerie brought her back into the conversation directly and Evania looked away from her pear to see the glare from the seething Kavil. It was formidable, but Evania couldn't help but think it precious how easily Valerie had pushed his buttons. Perhaps she had judged the red head too quickly. In fact, Evania was making a note to get the woman to help her be able to annoy Kavil. Though perhaps just her following him about and talking nonstop would do the trick…
"She's absolutely right," pouted the twenty year old. She would play this up if she could. "It's not like I know any of these people enough to be able to trust them. I have to work on faith that they won't kill me." Evania sniffed her nose slightly. "You could be nicer."