OOCPermission granted to complete thread.Izdihar's uppermost hand tucked into the crook of Ifran's elbow, small and fragile as the rest of her. The greater heights of their race had escaped her, but it had done so in an artful and pleasing way. It caused her to be delightfully different yet still entirely pure blooded. The silk hem of her skirts brushed against his legs as they walked, the tilt of her shoulders towards him companionable but not inappropriate. They did not walk as close as lovers, and they were not. They walked as close as friends, and maybe they were. Maybe it was just that they
could be, these children of the great houses. They would have spent years surveying their options, weighing the merits of numerous potential companions or allies before stepping into the wind that might bear them toward it.
They were watched as they left, gossiped about behind gilded hands and glittering cups with equal parts admiration and disdain. There would always be men with jealous hearts who looked upon the glory of the Houses of the Four Winds and could not but help to ache.
Settling indolently back into the jewel colored cushions of the palanquin, Izdihar adjusted the fall of her gown with the smoothing tug of hands. A toe pointed out, the glowing opals studding the straps of her sandals winking in the cozy dim. She slid her chin to rest in the cradle of a palm and tilted painted eyes up to Ifran, humor still stamping her face.
"How do you plan to make me squeal?" She teased him. "Should I call for my brother to chaperone?" The slant of her smile suggested the possibility that she would not have dared, much rather made to squeal.