His words caused her to stop her stride and turn to face him, long red, gold painted hair whipping through the air as she looked to the Dek. Her eyes held a fierce determination in them, even if she crowed out her laughter at the remark. "Dek, don't be foolish. If I become an Endal, you won't be a Dek anymore. I'm being quiet because these others will not take kindly to hearing a Yasi promise you that, now will they?" She spoke with a laugh in her voice, even if it remained quiet. She wouldn't go back on what she'd promised, even if it was promised n blind ignorance. She'd marry the Dek, because she promised him. She didn't know about any future intimacy involved with marriage. Her mother and her father hadn't been married per se, but they had been together for a long time before she came along. "Until another comes along then, Dek, I claim you." Nikavi said then, smiling faintly. She could make him work and such? She'd never had a Dek before, and she figured that maybe it'd be fun to have one. Unless Yasi weren't allowed to, in which he'd be taken away. "What a waste of your eyes then, Dek." She said quietly. She smiled at the surprise in his voice. "I try not to hurt people, because if I look the colours are brighter and the taste is bitter. It does hurt, Dek. But only if I use it too long. But it's good to know what others feel." She started off again towards a commons area that smelled like food. She kept listening to him, but she didn't want to draw too much attention to the Dek following her form. "Well, if you say it's my choice, then I guess you'll have to deal with me for the rest of my break, Dek. I hope you don't have anything too pressing to deal with." |