06-08-2014, 08:34 AM
A shiver rippled under her skin. Aria was smiling in the second Tehya walked through the door, and though the expression smoothed itself quickly, the memory of it lingered disturbingly. There was a disconnect in the woman's eyes, though for now Tehya believed this to be a symptom of the situation. Blood stained her mouth from physical assault, but for a furia the emotional onslaught would be just as bad. Perhaps worse.
She listened silently. Father Stone showed no annoyance at the interruption, in fact he deferred quite readily to her control. Tehya's dark eyes were impassive, but within both passion and dedication roiled strong, and she was unhappy with what she saw. And heard. "You act like enemies," she said simply. "You are not. I should not have to remind you."
She might have left it at that, but Father Stone continued like Aria were not there, laying bare his prejudices, acting like the woman was a tool that had malfunctioned. Not an uncommon view, but Tehya found it vastly insulting. " If Aria's life was sheltered then the blame lies with us. The Atharim are a unit, and we should strive to complement each others' strengths and weaknesses, not waste our time tearing at each others' throats. The drakaina is dead, the body removed, the evidence recovered. No, I do not see a problem here." Aside from that the conflict had come to violence. The disapproval for that was writ in every stern line on her face.
She was done mediating. Her protective nature would not leave Aria here even if she was not the very woman she'd come to see. Nor did she feel compelled to watch the offered evidence; she trusted Aria had done her job, just as she trusted Father Stone would act on anything that needed attention from the recording. She might not agree with his methods, but he was still a brother.
To Aria, she added. "Then something far more dangerous needs addressing." With a prayer to discover an ally, not an enemy capable of taking one of the creatures down. For now it was a passing instruction, though. She scrutinised the woman's face, but not with any more or less intensity than she would any sister. "I am Tehya. You wished to speak with me." It seemed the interest would be mutual, now that she knew Aria had eradicated an ijiraq. Her hand curled over the door handle. Her gaze landed briefly on Stone, but only to nod a formal goodbye. She did not ask permission to take what he clearly viewed as a possession. "Let's find somewhere to talk."
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She listened silently. Father Stone showed no annoyance at the interruption, in fact he deferred quite readily to her control. Tehya's dark eyes were impassive, but within both passion and dedication roiled strong, and she was unhappy with what she saw. And heard. "You act like enemies," she said simply. "You are not. I should not have to remind you."
She might have left it at that, but Father Stone continued like Aria were not there, laying bare his prejudices, acting like the woman was a tool that had malfunctioned. Not an uncommon view, but Tehya found it vastly insulting. " If Aria's life was sheltered then the blame lies with us. The Atharim are a unit, and we should strive to complement each others' strengths and weaknesses, not waste our time tearing at each others' throats. The drakaina is dead, the body removed, the evidence recovered. No, I do not see a problem here." Aside from that the conflict had come to violence. The disapproval for that was writ in every stern line on her face.
She was done mediating. Her protective nature would not leave Aria here even if she was not the very woman she'd come to see. Nor did she feel compelled to watch the offered evidence; she trusted Aria had done her job, just as she trusted Father Stone would act on anything that needed attention from the recording. She might not agree with his methods, but he was still a brother.
To Aria, she added. "Then something far more dangerous needs addressing." With a prayer to discover an ally, not an enemy capable of taking one of the creatures down. For now it was a passing instruction, though. She scrutinised the woman's face, but not with any more or less intensity than she would any sister. "I am Tehya. You wished to speak with me." It seemed the interest would be mutual, now that she knew Aria had eradicated an ijiraq. Her hand curled over the door handle. Her gaze landed briefly on Stone, but only to nod a formal goodbye. She did not ask permission to take what he clearly viewed as a possession. "Let's find somewhere to talk."
[[Sorry, formatting on this thing is too much a pain]]