04-04-2014, 06:52 AM
A man joined her. Tey glanced at him, eventually, when it seemed he would insist on standing beside her despite having almost the entire platform to choose from. Even then she could have ignored the passive company - he didn't speak, didn't interrupt the churn of her thoughts, and it was quite natural in large cities for strangers to share silent company with only transient interest in the presence of the other. But she stared back levelly when she caught his eyes, and returned the scrutiny. For a fleeting moment she wondered if he recognised her - but that was highly unlikely, if not impossible. Most likely, it was simply plain as day that she was a long way from home.
He held a sort of melancholic anger she was inclined to associate with his youth and manner of dress; she saw a child beneath the dark paints of his eyes, the ink black of hair worn long, the billowing wrap of night in his clothes. Tehya did not find the effect intimidating, but perhaps only because she'd seen far, far worse than any eccentrically attired human. "Delayed," she offered after a moment. Her gaze detached and returned to the tunnel. There was little inflection in her tone to suggest whether she was lamenting the inconvenience, or if she was just passing on friendly information. Or maybe just seeking to fill the void of silence. Well, maybe not the last; she was not the sort to open conversation with strangers for the social nicety. Generally the metro worked like oiled clockwork, but of late there had been a series of faults. Delays. Evacuations. Minor disturbances, but the sort of thing the Atharim took note of.
Edited by Tehya, Apr 4 2014, 10:50 AM.
He held a sort of melancholic anger she was inclined to associate with his youth and manner of dress; she saw a child beneath the dark paints of his eyes, the ink black of hair worn long, the billowing wrap of night in his clothes. Tehya did not find the effect intimidating, but perhaps only because she'd seen far, far worse than any eccentrically attired human. "Delayed," she offered after a moment. Her gaze detached and returned to the tunnel. There was little inflection in her tone to suggest whether she was lamenting the inconvenience, or if she was just passing on friendly information. Or maybe just seeking to fill the void of silence. Well, maybe not the last; she was not the sort to open conversation with strangers for the social nicety. Generally the metro worked like oiled clockwork, but of late there had been a series of faults. Delays. Evacuations. Minor disturbances, but the sort of thing the Atharim took note of.
Edited by Tehya, Apr 4 2014, 10:50 AM.