"Leaving Wind Reach..." The phrase was dropped so casually, and yet it shook the entire structure of the young girls mind, tore and shook the very foundation upon which she built her knowledge of the world, the society and her own soul. How could she say it so casually, when the mere thought made Rista tremble and perspire from anxiety and horror? One didn't just leave Wind Reach. She didn't know of anyone who had done so, nor of anyone that wanted to, or even speculated the idea as a theoretical idea.
The explanation, the quickly dropped excuses could just as well have been spoken to a wall; perhaps a rocky structure or a goat would have picked up more of the sentences that spilled from the womans lips. Rista certainly didn't hear it. Nor would she have cared; the phrase had shocked her beyond belief and all she could do was stare at Kikue with the face pale from shock, her mouth left open between one word and the next.
Had she ever thought about it? For real, actually pondered the thought of setting foot on the Road with the intent of never coming back? No. Never. Only once had the idea of leaving the volcanic city and the red-haired people that lived within it crossed her mind, and even then had it been with the reservation of returning, no matter what. To leave, to turn her back on the people, on the eagles and the life between heaven and earth... Slowly Rista began to shake her head, confusion and disbelief battling over the control of her features. Even her brief thought, to leave and get to know her other half by meeting the Chaktawe of the south-eastern deserts, had left her ashamed and guilt-ridden.
"How.. How could you? How can you even think the thought of leaving!?" The voice of the young woman came out louder than she had wanted and in the relative quiet of the large hall her voice echoed between the walls. Quiet conversations halted and heads turned towards the odd pair, faces frowning in annoyance, and some cases the same disbelief that stained the visage of the yasi. Had they heard correctly? Impossible, it must be a mistake. Or was it..? The accusing tone of the dark-haired girl couldn't be mistaken, and even though she felt the color of her cheeks deepening she didn't make any attempts at lowering her voice; how could she? Feelings rose within her like lava in the deep magma chambers, impossible to hold back. She had to say what crossed her mind, even if it would end up costing her a friend.
Pushing herself up in a half-standing position with the hands firmly planted on the surface of the table, eyes burning as they locked on to the other woman. "You.. You can't be serious, Kikue. Aren't you Avora? Aren't you one of the hunters that keep us alive, with a life only few of us could ever dream of? I don't understand, how could you ever think of abandoning us like that. Where's your sense of pride, of duty? Of family? To think of turning your back on Wind Reach... Are you even Inarta?"
The accusation made the room go silent. One would have been able to hear a needle fall, a breath or a nervous shift resounded loudly under the stone roof as eyes watched, studied the conversation between the little yasi and the red-haired woman. Some of the faces of the spectators had turned stern; while it was fine to get upset at things, speaking like that to an Avora was improper. And that question, could it even be tolerated from anyone? It didn't take more than a person with a pair of eyes to see that the dark-haired, copper-skinned little girl was the one with least blood in her veins; where had she gotten the guts to question the nature of the red-haired huntress?
Rista didn't care, not even as the silence dragged out. She kept her black eyes fixed on Kikue, trying to nail her into place with all the anger and disappointment and disbelief she had within her. The stare was piercing, the expression intense; if she hadn't been so small and so young, it would have been enough to make an unprepared person recoil from the sheer power of her stare.
Within the girl confusion surged through the faint cracks of her anger. Memories of a frightening dream floated up to the surface, the scene of herself staring in a foreign city with the knowledge that her travel had gone well so far, and that her goal was now one step closer to her grasp vivid before her inner sight. Once again the image of two doors, blinding white and alluring with their promise of salvation appeared before her inner sight, and the echoing words spoken through someone else's mouth came back to her. 'Your actions, your very thoughts affect heavily'.. 'make something of yourself in this'.... 'We are watching.'
A shudder passed through her and something flickered quickly over her face; fear, restlessness, a sense of need... Then it was gone, and Rista continued to stare Kikue down, expecting, no demanding an answer to her questions. She wouldn't go anywhere. The Valintar could wait until later; everything could wait, until this woman had given her a sufficient reason for this betrayal. She couldn't see it in any other way; why it was like that, she didn't even know.