Tanna listened to his heated words as he spoke of the Sylirian Knights, lips twitching into a light frown. She had a feeling that something had happened, something in his past, to make him have this extraordinary view and so speak with such vehemence. Doing her best to keep her concern from her face, posture still open and relaxed, she glanced down to his feet once he had finished – a respectful gesture that afforded him time to collect himself. She only looked back up to his face once she sensed he had calmed.
“I understand what you say. Some abuse power when they have it... But is that really reason to feel how you do about all the Order?” She was not trying to criticise the way he thought, only question it and draw attention to his very one-sided way of thinking. She knew he was likely not wrong with what he said, even though she had little knowledge of the faction or the members, themselves – apart from the few she knew personally – but she also understood this was was a broader issue and affected more than just the Knights.
Recalling the story of her own Pavillion, her lips drew into a tight, almost forced smile before she nodded and spoke, “Where I come from, we live in family groups – Pavillions – and the leader is called an Ankal. Many years ago, before myself and even mother was born, the Ankal used the power of title to go against family's wishes, do things that shamed family name. He did not care, not for any of them, only for self. His actions caused family to be cast out, cursed. But he did not care.. he was too greedy to care.” Her lips moved into a small, soft smile as she blinked and looked away, “I always wonder why Gods did nothing to stop him..” her head cocked as she arched her brows, “Why no one did nothing to stop him.”
Shrugging, her attention returned fully to him as she sat up straighter and her smile lightened, “In the end, people will do bad this if they wish to.. does not matter who or what they are. But I do not think it is good to think all are bad. Just because one is bad does not mean all are.. and it is not good to think they are just because they are similar in some way or another, I don't think. My people were not like the Ankal.. and other Ankals are not like him either.. do good things with their position. I think same is for Knights.” She was blabbering as she was wont to do when she got into topics like this.
“Sorry... I talk too much.” A faint blush found her cheeks as she laughed, more at herself than anything, and shook her head.
She liked that the subject changed and she beamed broadly at his enthusiasm and determination. She giggled at his words and nodded happily, believing them fully. Mirroring his cheery tone, she quipped, “And I will hold you to that, Tiath!”
Her eyes followed him as he darted off to fetch the items he felt would best suit her needs. Finding herself alone, even for such a brief time, she looked around, trying to take in all that was around her. It was such a huge and vast place, with massive forges that easily dwarfed some of her family's tents and she marvelled at the sight and the thought.
His presence broke her attention from her surroundings and she greeted him with a bright smile. Shaking her head to dismiss his apology, she pleasantly stated, “No need for sorry. I was just looking around – the place is so big!” She grinned giddily as she slid down from the crate and straightened to her full height before brushing her hands down her skirt. Stepping towards the items he laid out for her, she tilted her head curiously as she studied each. Reaching a hand out to hover precariously above the short-swords, she merely nodded as he seemed to divine her thoughts, “Yes.. I was thinking these might be too big.. too long, I mean.” Her eyes dropped to give the two short-swords one last look before fixing her attention on the five daggers.
Laughing in a near-self-conscious fashion, she eyed him quizzically, “So many..” She felt extremely out of her depth but ventured to pick one up, releasing it immediately as her eyes shot to his face. “I can touch? Yes?”
Once given permission, she carefully plucked one of the daggers up, having no clue of the difference – and her eyes widened as he moved her hand up and down in an exaggerated fashion, “It heavier than I expected!” Laughing once more, she looked down at the blade, turning it with a twist of her wrist. She wasn't sure how easy it would be to hide this on her person, mind working over places to put it without it being too much of a nuisance.
Finally, she set it down and looked at the other before her brown eyes returned to his face, “Is there difference between them I need know about?”
“I understand what you say. Some abuse power when they have it... But is that really reason to feel how you do about all the Order?” She was not trying to criticise the way he thought, only question it and draw attention to his very one-sided way of thinking. She knew he was likely not wrong with what he said, even though she had little knowledge of the faction or the members, themselves – apart from the few she knew personally – but she also understood this was was a broader issue and affected more than just the Knights.
Recalling the story of her own Pavillion, her lips drew into a tight, almost forced smile before she nodded and spoke, “Where I come from, we live in family groups – Pavillions – and the leader is called an Ankal. Many years ago, before myself and even mother was born, the Ankal used the power of title to go against family's wishes, do things that shamed family name. He did not care, not for any of them, only for self. His actions caused family to be cast out, cursed. But he did not care.. he was too greedy to care.” Her lips moved into a small, soft smile as she blinked and looked away, “I always wonder why Gods did nothing to stop him..” her head cocked as she arched her brows, “Why no one did nothing to stop him.”
Shrugging, her attention returned fully to him as she sat up straighter and her smile lightened, “In the end, people will do bad this if they wish to.. does not matter who or what they are. But I do not think it is good to think all are bad. Just because one is bad does not mean all are.. and it is not good to think they are just because they are similar in some way or another, I don't think. My people were not like the Ankal.. and other Ankals are not like him either.. do good things with their position. I think same is for Knights.” She was blabbering as she was wont to do when she got into topics like this.
“Sorry... I talk too much.” A faint blush found her cheeks as she laughed, more at herself than anything, and shook her head.
She liked that the subject changed and she beamed broadly at his enthusiasm and determination. She giggled at his words and nodded happily, believing them fully. Mirroring his cheery tone, she quipped, “And I will hold you to that, Tiath!”
Her eyes followed him as he darted off to fetch the items he felt would best suit her needs. Finding herself alone, even for such a brief time, she looked around, trying to take in all that was around her. It was such a huge and vast place, with massive forges that easily dwarfed some of her family's tents and she marvelled at the sight and the thought.
His presence broke her attention from her surroundings and she greeted him with a bright smile. Shaking her head to dismiss his apology, she pleasantly stated, “No need for sorry. I was just looking around – the place is so big!” She grinned giddily as she slid down from the crate and straightened to her full height before brushing her hands down her skirt. Stepping towards the items he laid out for her, she tilted her head curiously as she studied each. Reaching a hand out to hover precariously above the short-swords, she merely nodded as he seemed to divine her thoughts, “Yes.. I was thinking these might be too big.. too long, I mean.” Her eyes dropped to give the two short-swords one last look before fixing her attention on the five daggers.
Laughing in a near-self-conscious fashion, she eyed him quizzically, “So many..” She felt extremely out of her depth but ventured to pick one up, releasing it immediately as her eyes shot to his face. “I can touch? Yes?”
Once given permission, she carefully plucked one of the daggers up, having no clue of the difference – and her eyes widened as he moved her hand up and down in an exaggerated fashion, “It heavier than I expected!” Laughing once more, she looked down at the blade, turning it with a twist of her wrist. She wasn't sure how easy it would be to hide this on her person, mind working over places to put it without it being too much of a nuisance.
Finally, she set it down and looked at the other before her brown eyes returned to his face, “Is there difference between them I need know about?”
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