09-17-2015, 07:09 PM
Sierra's apology tugged the corners of his mouth. "Did you say something insulting?"
He asked in return without waiting for an answer. She was right. Little bothered him, but he was not immune to anger, even fury. Fortunately for her sake, riling it took a lot more than Sierra thought.
Otherwise, he was occupied by considering Jaxen's parents' house. It was more like a palace, Elias thought grimly. This was the kind of thing seen in movies not where real people resided. All his siblings and two parents occupied a three-bedroom, two-bath house in Kenab. In New Zealand he stayed with his uncle and enjoyed his very own bedroom for the first time in his life and felt like royalty. As he and Sierra followed Jaxen and his mother, he certainly found Irina to belong here. Jaxen, in the borrowed clothes and scowl, seemed slightly out of phase in an interesting way. The impression only strengthened when he dismissed his mother's suggestion to blow off seeing someone else. Elias guessed it was his father who would be left waiting. Elias wouldn't mind meeting the man whose impression pressed upon the air even in his absence.
He sat on one of the sofas and let out a sigh. After a week outside, the seat felt like butter. Distracted by the luxury, Sierra answered Irina's question first, and when her eyes shifted to Elias, he had little to add. "He was understandably cold, completely naked and shivering. After the girls recovered from the sight,"
Elias glanced at Sierra to see if she would blush. "They wrapped him up and I got a fire going until they showed up to get him. He offered us a ride back to the city."
In that line of thought, Elias unbuttoned his coat and considered draping it across the bag at his feet, but was far too comfortable to bother getting up.
He asked in return without waiting for an answer. She was right. Little bothered him, but he was not immune to anger, even fury. Fortunately for her sake, riling it took a lot more than Sierra thought.
Otherwise, he was occupied by considering Jaxen's parents' house. It was more like a palace, Elias thought grimly. This was the kind of thing seen in movies not where real people resided. All his siblings and two parents occupied a three-bedroom, two-bath house in Kenab. In New Zealand he stayed with his uncle and enjoyed his very own bedroom for the first time in his life and felt like royalty. As he and Sierra followed Jaxen and his mother, he certainly found Irina to belong here. Jaxen, in the borrowed clothes and scowl, seemed slightly out of phase in an interesting way. The impression only strengthened when he dismissed his mother's suggestion to blow off seeing someone else. Elias guessed it was his father who would be left waiting. Elias wouldn't mind meeting the man whose impression pressed upon the air even in his absence.
He sat on one of the sofas and let out a sigh. After a week outside, the seat felt like butter. Distracted by the luxury, Sierra answered Irina's question first, and when her eyes shifted to Elias, he had little to add. "He was understandably cold, completely naked and shivering. After the girls recovered from the sight,"
Elias glanced at Sierra to see if she would blush. "They wrapped him up and I got a fire going until they showed up to get him. He offered us a ride back to the city."
In that line of thought, Elias unbuttoned his coat and considered draping it across the bag at his feet, but was far too comfortable to bother getting up.