12-27-2014, 01:29 PM
Despite Tehya's reservations, little had changed for her. She barely saw Enzo; their polite distance seemed a mutual endeavour, and once she realised how infrequently their schedules clashed it was not nearly so intrusive to share a roof as she'd feared. That relief was only enhanced by the fact there had been no immediate backlash from sharing her secret with Aria. She did not by any means feel safe. But she did feel purposeful. The horizon that had wavered since landing on Muscovite soil had solidified once more, and Tehya trudged ever onwards.
Aria had shared her findings on the Ijiraq, and she'd spent much time recently pouring over the research; she was as prepared as she supposed she could be until they actually found the creature. In the meantime she could only hope that Elias would not be so foolish as to seek it out, or that if he did he was unsuccessful. She tried not to let those thoughts trouble her, but despite what she suspected him to be, he was still a kid, and protection was the reason Tehya had pledged herself to the Atahrim. Not persecution.
The Atharim's library was not a place she had spent much time since arriving in Moscow; it was too close to the heart of the organisation, and Tehya had preferred to so far remain on the outskirts. She also liked to rely on her own experience before she turned to existing knowledge beyond that of her own family's histories. Today she'd set herself up at a desk, a mixture of physical books and screens, while she made long-hand notes in a small journal - mostly observations on various monsters that differed from her own. An interesting exercise.
At first glance gazes washed over Tehya; nothing about the way she presented herself screamed for attention. Her clothes were often utilitarian and practical, her dark hair pulled into a tail or braid at the nape of her neck. No makeup accentuated her features. A second glance might remark on her height, that she was both lean and strong. Usually that second look met the habitual seriousness of her expression and moved on.
Aria had shared her findings on the Ijiraq, and she'd spent much time recently pouring over the research; she was as prepared as she supposed she could be until they actually found the creature. In the meantime she could only hope that Elias would not be so foolish as to seek it out, or that if he did he was unsuccessful. She tried not to let those thoughts trouble her, but despite what she suspected him to be, he was still a kid, and protection was the reason Tehya had pledged herself to the Atahrim. Not persecution.
The Atharim's library was not a place she had spent much time since arriving in Moscow; it was too close to the heart of the organisation, and Tehya had preferred to so far remain on the outskirts. She also liked to rely on her own experience before she turned to existing knowledge beyond that of her own family's histories. Today she'd set herself up at a desk, a mixture of physical books and screens, while she made long-hand notes in a small journal - mostly observations on various monsters that differed from her own. An interesting exercise.
At first glance gazes washed over Tehya; nothing about the way she presented herself screamed for attention. Her clothes were often utilitarian and practical, her dark hair pulled into a tail or braid at the nape of her neck. No makeup accentuated her features. A second glance might remark on her height, that she was both lean and strong. Usually that second look met the habitual seriousness of her expression and moved on.