2nd of Winter, 518 A.V.
His gut reaction was to get away from the woman, and seat himself at the opposite end of the audience. The reason why he didn’t was because of that small itch in the back of his mind. The one compelling him to learn more about her. To discover anything that he could in order to maker her his instrument instead of continuing to be hers. From what he had seen tonight matched what he had already pieced together. The Viper had her own plans, which didn’t agree with the Daggerhand leadership’s. Whatever those were, he wanted to know.
The seats they took were only a couple rows from the stage. Ashara sat down and draped her legs, pulling on her dress to reveal another inch or two of her legs. Kynier removed his jacket and draped it over the back of his seat before sitting down next to the spymaster. She watched his motions and had an admiring smile as she did. “Why do you dress so drearily when you’re capable of looking like this?” she asked as he took his seat. She rubbed the satin of his sleeve between her fingers. Kynier stretched out his legs and crossed them while also crossing his arms.
“I would think that you’d already know the answer to that question.” There was a fake innocence to her smile as she shrugged her shoulders at him. He scoffed at her. “My attire is dependent on the environment. And I doubt they would’ve let me in with any less than this.” His eyes wandered the length of her dress. “Although, I could say the same about your choice in clothes. The dress suits you much more than the leathers you tend to wear.” His tone was neutral, but she still widened her smile and shook her hair out from in front of her eyes unnecessarily.
“It is my responsibility to look menacing, in part for the sake of my subordinates as well as for those we move against.” She smirked at him. “And it’s difficult to be intimidating when wearing something that gets most women raped in Sunberth. Cutting off balls can be so tiresome as well,” she said with ambiguous sincerity. Kynier’s stare was a bit blank as he tried to measure how serious she was about her last statement. When she caught a glimpse of his stare, she giggled.
It was then that the lighting dimmed from nearly naked men dousing more than half of the torches. The red curtain parted as several people took to the stage. It was a play of rather boring design, in Kynier’s opinion. A wealthy Sunberth man became infatuated with a whore, seeking to make her his wife. Only to have a large sum of his wealth stolen by her and her friends. When most of the audience laughed at the dialogue, neither Kynier nor the Viper laughed. There were too many instances of convenient circumstances that allowed the plot to move forward. To try and enjoy himself more, he stopped keeping track of every instance where the thieves would’ve been discovered. When the play was over it was a relief.
Word Count: 524
The seats they took were only a couple rows from the stage. Ashara sat down and draped her legs, pulling on her dress to reveal another inch or two of her legs. Kynier removed his jacket and draped it over the back of his seat before sitting down next to the spymaster. She watched his motions and had an admiring smile as she did. “Why do you dress so drearily when you’re capable of looking like this?” she asked as he took his seat. She rubbed the satin of his sleeve between her fingers. Kynier stretched out his legs and crossed them while also crossing his arms.
“I would think that you’d already know the answer to that question.” There was a fake innocence to her smile as she shrugged her shoulders at him. He scoffed at her. “My attire is dependent on the environment. And I doubt they would’ve let me in with any less than this.” His eyes wandered the length of her dress. “Although, I could say the same about your choice in clothes. The dress suits you much more than the leathers you tend to wear.” His tone was neutral, but she still widened her smile and shook her hair out from in front of her eyes unnecessarily.
“It is my responsibility to look menacing, in part for the sake of my subordinates as well as for those we move against.” She smirked at him. “And it’s difficult to be intimidating when wearing something that gets most women raped in Sunberth. Cutting off balls can be so tiresome as well,” she said with ambiguous sincerity. Kynier’s stare was a bit blank as he tried to measure how serious she was about her last statement. When she caught a glimpse of his stare, she giggled.
It was then that the lighting dimmed from nearly naked men dousing more than half of the torches. The red curtain parted as several people took to the stage. It was a play of rather boring design, in Kynier’s opinion. A wealthy Sunberth man became infatuated with a whore, seeking to make her his wife. Only to have a large sum of his wealth stolen by her and her friends. When most of the audience laughed at the dialogue, neither Kynier nor the Viper laughed. There were too many instances of convenient circumstances that allowed the plot to move forward. To try and enjoy himself more, he stopped keeping track of every instance where the thieves would’ve been discovered. When the play was over it was a relief.
Word Count: 524
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