Inia groaned. Her words hadn't exactly come out as she'd meant them to, even after she'd corrected herself. To her surprise, Jasha wasn't as bothered by this as Inia would have been, were she in his position. Puzzled, Inia sat in the snow, looking up at Jasha, her eyes blending into a gentle shade of periwinkle as her mouth shifted awkwardly. “We- But-” She began, raising her eyebrows emphatically. Jasha may well have smiled. She swatted a stray droplet of water from her nose, giggling at herself. Jasha certainly smiled at that. Inia's curiosity got the better of her. Nonchalantly, she stood. “Jasha, are you attracted to me?” She clapped her hand over her mouth, failing to prevent her blunt inquiry. Oh, why, why would I say that?? Because, Inia, you can't keep your mouth shut at the best of times. Sensitive situation? Bad idea. Very bad idea. She sighed, standing up, glaring at the snow in contempt. “Sorry, forget I asked that. It's your business, Jasha, and not mine. It wasn't my place to ask. If you are, you'll do what's proper and talk to my parents. Traditions exist for a reason, after all.” She turned, casually beckoning him to follow her. Walking slowly, she heard him fall into step behind her. Inia hung her head, growling at herself while silently trudging through the snow. |