Completed Azira? Social? As if!

[Azira]

   

The Avora arched an eyebrow at the half-Myrian and snorted in disbelief. 

"Oh I'm sorry. Am I not allowed comment on your accent, oh great and glorious Endal?" she mocked, pretending to bow. "I'll talk about what I like thank you very much. I don't care who you are, you don't tell me what to do. And for your information, I wouldn't leave Wind Reach. Who in their right minds would leave here? This is my home! I wouldn't want to go anywhere else and to be perfectly honest I don't care about your stupid land or your stupid people."

The huntress practically threw her bowl at him, the remains of her rabbit meat dumped in it. She rose from her seat and turned to stride away from the annoying foreigner but she changed her mind, whipping back around at the last second. Her red braids flew with the movement as she turned on the unfortunate man. Azira had no idea why she was so angry but once riled, there was no stopping the Avora.

"For your information, the feeling wasn't mutual; it wasn't a pleasure to meet you! You came over and disturbed me while I was trying to eat in peace. You who hasn't been climbing up and down a mountain all day. All you had to do was sit on an eagle and maybe doing a bit of shooting but some of us, who work, like peace after a hard day's work rather then having to listen to an Endal talking absolute shyke. And I wasn't lonely! It's not like I don't have any friends or anything so...how dare you presume to-" 

She stopped talking, her anger gone as she realised what she was saying. A sense of self-preservation took over and before something else stupid could come out of her mouth, the teen spun on her heel and walked quickly from the hall, praying that the Endal wouldn't come after her.

x

[Turrin]

Turrin's smile quickly waned as the young Avora hunter started to throw a temper tantrum. He wasn't sure what he said to offend her since he just talked about his accent. Yes, he didn't agree with her attitude, but he was chalking it up to a bad day at work. However, the red haired woman made a grave mistake the barbarian woman called his father people stupid. In Taloba, the barbarian's head would be decorating a wall or pole for the insult. Turrin faced turned to stone as his golden eyes bore a hole into her skull. Turrin jumped back as he saw the soup bowl being thrown at him. The Myrian started to grind his teeth as he fought back with every part of being to not jump over the table and ripe her head off. Turrin watched her start to walk away and was about to let the angry outburst pass without any problems, but the barbarian woman had to turn around and cut him down again. This time she started to going after him about him being a Endal. Turrin just shook his head when the young woman brought up how much less work his caste does while the lower castes had to pick up the Endals slack. It was a compliant heard many times from the lowers castes to each other, but in reality, the Endal were the only ones keeping them feed since the Avora or the Chiet hunters can't catch enough food to feed the whole city. In the end, Azira didn't see the whole picture. It was a sad day, but he wasn't going to let the young woman get away without some sort of repercussions for her behavior. Throwing the stone plates against the wall, Turrin quickly walked around the table after the fleeing Avora. Suddenly, he heard a Aponivi's voice in his head, “Turrin, you need to control your anger! The Avora is just angry at the world.” Turrin contacted back, “Why? Why should I be lenient, Aponivi? She embarrassed me in front of everyone! I earned this caste. It wasn't like I was born into it.” He noticed his Endal friend Samen going to intercept the disgruntled Avora. Aponivi was silent for a moment, but eventually he heard the wind eagle contacted him in his mind, “I want you to lead people, Turrin. You need to find a balance between fair and firm when you deal with the lower castes.” Turrin snarled to himself knowing his friend was right and contacted back, “I hate it when you are right...” Turrin decided to walk and cool his temper while Samen dealt with the fiery woman. He noticed the table of Endal stood watching by their table, but the rest of lower castes got up and moved to the other side of room. The last thing he wanted to do was to make a scene in the kitchen, so he stood their with his arms crossed trying to decide what to do. Samen spread out his thick arms and said with a mischievous grin on his face, “Woah. Woah. Woah! You think you can disrespect a Endal and escape without any repercussions? You must be really brave or really stupid to insult one of us in a room with a table full of Endal.” Turrin rolled his eyes at Samen. He knew the man was trying to help, but he was making it worse. He needed to get her out quickly before the other Endals step in to interfere with his business.

[Azira]

   

The huntress didn't even get a chance to escape from the dining area, her way barred by a large and impassable Endal. She should have thought about the fact that the kitchens were full of Endals before she insulted one. Usually her brain didn't give her the chance to think when she had one of her outbursts so it was understandable that she was now in trouble. Deep trouble. They were always so united when they were around each other. They surely had to have the same rivalries as the other castes so this unity had to be a front. She wished they'd be divided, just for the moment so that she could slip away unharmed but that wasn't the case. A quick glance showed that the Endals were standing and the other castes had basically run for cover as far away from them as possible.

Shyke!

The Avora crossed her arms across her chest and placed her feet slightly apart. Her stance suggested that she was stubbornly holding her ground rather than that she'd been forced to stay where she was. She raised an eyebrow at the big Endal, not at all liking the look of his grin. Azira did not want to be played with but the wicked grin suggested that that was exactly what was going to happen.

"Think what you like, Endal. My quarrel isn't with you, it's with him," she told him, pointing back over her shoulder at Turrin with her thumb. "And please don't come out with all that talk about a quarrel with one of you, being a quarrel with all of you. Quite frankly, it isn't any of your business."

It was sheer stupidity that was making her talk like this to the higher caste member, it certainly wasn't bravery. She was purposefully picking a fight now and she was waiting for a knife to put in an appearance, something she feared. The teen couldn't fight unless it was with a bow. From a distance. If he went for her she was as good as dead. The young woman relaxed her stance and began to edge around the man.

"Now if you'll excuse me I have other things to do that don't involve me being in the Communal Kitchens," the girl told him, hoping it would be left at that.

x

[Turrin]

Watching the scene unfold with Samen and Azira, Turrin looked at his fellow Endal at the table and stuck his hand up and motioned them to sit. When he saw a few of them sit down, Turrin saw Samen catching her by the upper arm, pulled her close to his body, and said with a smile a man would use with a lover, “I didn't give you permission to leave, Beautiful. Why don't you stay and we can have a little chat?” Brushing the Azira's red hair, Samen said with a reassuring smile, “I promise. I will be gentle.” The Myrian knew about Samen notorious reputation for taking willing and unwilling lower caste women into his bed. Even though,Turrin was angry at the young woman, he didn't want Samen to violate her pride or her person. He knew it wasn't fair for him to torment Azira either. He knew this clear incident of the Endal abusing the lower castes, and he would be responsible if he stood by ideally as Azira suffered the same fate as a lot of her lower caste brethren. Walking over to the pair, Turrin looked at Azira in the eyes and ordered with a stone expression on his face, “We have unfinished business, Azira, so don't run off!”

Turrin knew if Azira struck the Endal in any way. He would be in serious trouble with not only him, but Samen could make her life a living hell or take her to Valintar to be punished. When he cleared the distance between the two, Turrin growled in common at his brother-in-arms and with both hands shoved him away from Azira, “As the Avora said, it isn't your business to interfere in my business, Samen. She wasn't the one who insulted you, so why don't you just go away!” Turrin watched Samen let go of her and stumble backwards into a table. The Myrian might be chummy with him from time to time, but he believed Samen was basically a bully, and he didn't deserve his position of Endal. Pushing himself off of the table, the ginger haired Endal Samen pointed with his right hand at Turrin and snapped, “How dare you touch me you petching mongrel! Like I give a damn about your business if it interferes with my fun!” Turrin pointed at Azira and said with a sneer, “Pfft...fun! This woman is about as unpredictable as a cornered badger! I doubt you would leave your bed a whole man when the night was over...” Forgetting about the Azira, Samen stuck a finger in Turrin's face and yelled, “Petch you, Turrin Aponivi!” Turning his focus on his fellow Endal, Turrin narrowed his eyes, but a amused smile appeared on his face as he finally realized that he could teach this arrogant petch a lesson.

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[Azira]

   

The huntress thought that she'd get away with it for one naive second then his arm shot out and grabbed her. Her annoyance quickly changed to horror and disgust as he pulled her close to him, his smile speaking volumes. He had no right to touch her, no right to infer such a thing. She was no Dek, forced to follow the whims of the highest caste. She was Avora! But his grasp on her arm was firm, his face leering above hers and there was no escape. A nauseating feeling took hold of her as the world seemed to swim. This couldn't be happening, she wouldn't let it happen.

Azira had to force her hand away from the knife hilt at her belt. Her fingers were already there, stroking the bone handle but she couldn't stab him. She couldn't stab and tear and rip until there was more life fluid out of him than in him. He was an Endal. If she killed him, she'd have to face serious consequences, assuming she got out of the Kitchens alive. If she killed one of them, the other Endals would be quick to return the favour. Injuring him and running might work but she'd be risking her own injury in the process. But she was willing to do it. 

The teen never got the chance to do anything about it because Turrin stepped in then, ripping the other Endal off of her with an ease that frightened her. Once freed, the girl backed away, collapsing against the wall. Her legs couldn't  hold her up anymore, the limbs unsteady beneath her. She'd been saved but she was still terrified, unable to move from the position that she'd fallen in. Once the shock wore off she'd probably end up crying but hopefully she'd have regained movement again by then. 

Wide eyed, she watched the scene unfolding before her.

x

[Turrin]

Oblivious to Azira at the moment, Turrin's golden eyes fixed on the pale finger in his face. He knew if he struck Samen a feud would quickly develop the two comrades. A smile developed on the half-myrian face as he seized Samen's wrist with his left hand and yanked the Endal towards him. As the unsuspecting Endal moved in his direction, Turrin clenched his right fist and plunged it into the stomach of Samen. The face the arrogant petch was priceless as he dropped to one knee holding his stomach. Turrin wanted badly to finish it while he was down, but it wouldn't be honorable thing to do in front of his peers. He knew his caste was competitive and often got into fights to satisfy their pride, but he knew their was etiquette to duels that even the newest Endal needed adhere too. Jumping back into his stance with his left foot forward and right foot back, Turrin protected his face with his left fist and his right fist resting on his hip. It was a simple stance, but it served him well fighting in the training yard in Tolaba and the Fighting Pits in Wind Reach. Watching Samen slowly get to his feet, Turrin stood their patiently waiting for his comrade to strike. Suddenly, Aponivi voice flowed into the back of his mind, “Turrin, you need to make sure that you win this fight. Otherwise, the person that you are trying to protect will suffer in the end...” Turrin snorted to his friend and contacted him, “I am a warrior of Myri, Aponivi. All I know is victory!” Red faced, breathing hard, and his long crimson hair in disarray, Samen growled at Turrin, “How dare you strike me. You petching mongrel! Nobody wants you here. Why don't you go back to Tolaba?” Turrin shook his head and said simply, “I have nothing to go back to in Tolaba. Are you going to fight, or are you just going to bitch because if you are not, I have another matter to attend too.” Turrin knew Samen was quick, but he knew the man wasn't the most disciplined fighter. He relied on emotion to govern his strikes, and the Endal came at him with a quick jab to Turrins face with his left hand. Turrin deflected away from him with a simple leftward movement of his of his left arm, but it was a feint and his right fist hit him in the jaw. Turrin stumbled back holding his jaw, and the smaller Endal took the opportunity pounce. Samen rushed forward with another hay maker to the face, but Turrin was ready for him. The Half-Myrian stepped forward, blocked his punch with his right hand, and stepped forward driving his left fist into the stomach of his foe. Turrin watched as the man stumbled backwards holding his stomach. The Myrian should have pounced on the opportunity and finished the job, but he just stood there and waited for Samen next attack. Samen recovered slowly, rushed forward, and threw a punch with his left hand into the stomach of the half-Myrian. With his left hand, Turrin brought his left arm down across his body to intercept the punch, but he was to slow with his block and Samen's fist went straight into the belly of the tan Endal. Turrin stumbled back clutching his stomach and trying to catch his breath. The half-Myrian knew that he should have finished the job when he saw the opportunity to strike, but he didn't and the punch to the stomach was the result of his mistake. Taking the opportunity, Samen rushed squaring his shoulder with the Turrin's chest. The half- Myrian looked up as the pale Endal tried to bull rush him, so he decided to jump out of the path of the Endal. Turrin narrowly made it out of the way of the full force of the shoulder, but his leg got tangled up with the stampeding Inarta, so Turrin fell backwards and Samen tripped forward onto the ground. Slowly getting up, Turrin stood up and waited for Samen to get to his feet. He wasn't going to attack when Samen was on the ground. When Samen got up, Turrin got back in his stance with his left hand protecting his face. With his right foot, the Myrian stepped forward with a circle step foot and threw a punch towards the face of Samen. Turrin's punch was blocked by the pale Endal, and Samen countered with another punch with his right hand to the face of the half-Myrian. Moving his right hand right to deflect the punch, Turrin turned his left foot backwards, the tan skinned man leaned back, brought his right foot into his chest, and thrust the heel of his boot into the chest of Samen. Turing his left foot backwards, the tan skinned man leaned back, brought his right foot into his chest, and thrust the heel of his boot into the chest of Samen. The impact of his kick knocked the Endal back enough for him to tumble backwards over a chair. The proud man collapsed on the ground groaning to himself. Feeling a taste of iron in his mouth, he spit some blood out on the floor and knelt down next to Samen. Turrin grabbed him by his red hair and said simply, “Endal Samen your feud is with me now, so don't take out your frustration out on the Avora. If you do, I will know you are a coward.” Turrin let go of his Samen hair and walked to Azira who was now staring at him wide eyed on the floor and said sternly in common, “Come with me, Azira. You and me need to have a talk.” The half Myrian stared down at her with his golden eyes trying to control his anger. He knew from living with the Inarta for ten years. They tended to be passionate people who displayed their emotions for all to see. He respected them and loved his mother's side as much as his father side, but he knew that they were a stubborn and prideful people too. Turrin looked at the young woman, offered her a hand, and said softly, “I think we should talk in the warrens away from the prying eyes of Endal, so we don't get interrupted again.”

[Azira]

   

The Avora watched the fight in stunned silence, feeling her shock slowly seep away as her fear began to dissipate. She was surprised that Turrin had stepped in to defend her after what she'd said to him. He'd incurred the wrath of his fellow Endal for her, something that she couldn't understand because they were always so united. Apparently she was seeing the facade crack, the truth beneath the surface was coming to light.

She watched the two men exchange blows, the smaller man, Samen, at a clear disadvantage. Not only was he smaller and weaker than his opponent but he was also driven by his emotions rather than sense. Turrin would easily pummel him but Azira realised that regardless of the outcome, one of the two men would come for her and that prospect didn't seem good at all.

Picking herself off the floor, she made to dart for the exit, finally escaping from the hell of the kitchens but it wasn't to be. At that moment, the half-Myrian dealt a devastating kick to his fellow Endal and the man collapsed. She retreated to her wall and sank back down to the floor, defeated. There was nothing she could do. If she tried to run now the man would come after her so she might as well stay where she was. Perhaps he'd be lenient if she cooperated.

The man came to her, offering her his hand and suggested that they go and talk in the Inner Warrens. The teen ignored his hand instead pulling herself up with the aid of the wall. Crossing her arms across her chest, she strode away from him, slipping out into the passage as she'd suggested. She stood there waiting, anxious about how the man would treat her. He couldn't be anything like Samen, could he?

x

[Turrin]

Turrin wasn't surprised that Azira ignored his help, so he just stayed behind the woman watching her every move. The young woman had a defeated look on her face as she tried to avoid eye contact with him when she made her way to the warren. As the half-Inarta walked after her, he noticed the silence of the kitchen was broke when the fight between him and Samen was over. Walking into the hall, Turrin said sharply as he pointed to a spot on the wall away from the entrance, “Since I want to keep our discussion private, let move away from the entrance.” When she moved to the spot, he put his hands behind his head and stared at her for chime. Even though Azira attitude annoyed him to his last end. He knew the young woman needed to be judge fairly because at the end of the day, she was a Avora and a citizen of Wind Reach. However, he needed to be fair to himself to and his own authority too, so he narrowed his eyes and said in common tongue, “I am not sure the reason for your outburst in the kitchen, but I just wanted to let you know that you could have ended our conversation if you asked me politely to leave. I wouldn't have taken offense. I just would have found a new place to enjoy my dinner tonight.” Turrin crossed his arms, stared at her with his golden eyes, and said with a hint of anger growing in his voice, “Before, I decided to leave. I could tell you were nervous by my presence, so I decided to leave, but.. you had to throw your temper tantrum and insulted and embarrassed me in front of everyone!” By the end of the sentence, he just about yelled at her, so he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He knew his Inarta mother was prone to bouts of passion from time to time, so he knew that he wasn't as different from his mother. Staring a hole into her head, he asked trying to control the tone of his voice, “What did I do to insult you so greatly that you had to risk punishment of your actions?” Throwing his hands in the air, he continued, “Be honest with me too. I don't want to hear a bird shyke answer or grovel like most lower caste to appease a Endal. I know and respect your a proud Inarta woman, so don't be shy with me. Let me have it, Azira!” As Turrin stared at the Inarta woman waiting for a answer, he stared at her with no fear in his eyes. The Endal faced far greater enemies in his life to be intimidated by her, and he knew that this woman was all talk and no bite. She wasn't a Myrian woman or even a Inarta warrior. She was just a young woman with a chip on her shoulder.

[Azira]

 

The teen leaned against the wall, putting her arms protectively around herself. She didn't know what the man was going to do. He was going to talk to her about what she'd done so there was a good chance that he was the type to use words rather than violence. That was unusual for an Endal, well unusual for any of the fiery Inarta but it was a type that she knew how to deal with. As long as she didn't goad him too much, Azira would be able to be as smart to him as she liked.

As Turrin talked, the huntress looked moodily down the corridor, wondering how long it'd be until he was finished his rant. However as he continued she found that she couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer. What he was saying was worthy of retort.

"I don't have temper tantrums," she explained. "And there was no point in you moving away from the kitchens to make our conversation private if you're going to shout for all to hear." She regarded him coolly, no longer intimidated by the man now that she realised he wasn't any real threat to her. The Avora wouldn't suffer any abuse at the hands of this one; he was too self-righteous to behave like that.

Her eyebrows raised when he asked why she'd snapped at him. She was surprised that he cared about what had offended her so but he was probably more interested in what had caused her to make such an affront to his pride. The girl paused, thinking about it. It hadn't been that big a deal really that had set her off, it never was but how could she explain that to the half-Myrian without him thinking that she was being evasive.

"Well, I don't like anyone telling me what to do. You had to get all bristly because I commented on your accent which frankly is quite ridiculous. It sounded like you were butchering a bird. I don't like Endals, throwing your weight around and strutting about like you own the place. Like I said I don't like being told what to do. And I also don't like people having the audacity to presume that I'm lonely just because I'm sitting by myself. I always sit by myself and I didn't want you coming over with your stupid Dek and just deciding that you're the remedy for loneliness. Just because you're an Endal doesn't mean you're that special. Was that honest enough for you?"

The teen allowed herself to rant, not holding back. That was what the man wanted after all so that's what he got.

x

[Turrin]

Crossing his arms, Turrin raised an eyebrow for her chastising him for raising his voice. However, he knew Azira didn't have a leg to stand on at the moment, so he simply ignored her comment. The Half-Myrian said simply with zero emotion in his voice, “When I came to Wind Reach ten years ago, my mother told me that I had to learn my place in society, or it will be shown to me. It would be best to understand what I am saying Azira because you are a Avora, and I am a Endal, so you need to learn your place. You might have power over the Chiet, Yasi, and Dek, but you have zero over influence with me. If you keep it up, I will either send you to either get lashed, or I could always find the dirtiest shyke job a Dek would hesitant to do for you, so don't test my patience. Do I make myself clear?” Turrin needed to make sure the woman had zero sway with him. Yes, he will be lenient with her, but if she kept up with her attitude, he will be forced to take more drastic action to prove a point that he was a Endal, and she was Avora. When Azira started to explain the reason for her outburst, Turrin listened to the woman's explanation. Turrin golden eyes never left her face as she told him that she didn't like being told what to do. He tried to recall anywhere in the conversation over dinner where he actually gave her a order. He could find no such times. Unless the woman felt intimidated that he was a Endal giving him authority over. Meaning she already harbored some resentment for his caste. Suddenly, she started to insult his accent and his language skills again. She didn't understand that he struggled with his Nari for the last ten years. It was sore spot with him. He kind of cringed when she asked him to speak in Nari instead of common. In hindsight, Turrin should of told her no, but he wanted to accommodating as possible. When she mentioned the part assuming that she was lonely. He had to admit it was a mistake on his part. He shouldn't have assumed the young woman sitting alone was lonely. He will apologize for the mistake. When she was finished, Turrin said simply, “Thank you for being honest with me, Azira. You are right. I shouldn't have assumed that you were lonely because you were sitting alone. I am sorry for my mistake.” Taking a deep breath, Turrin said plainly, “However, in the span of conversation, I never once gave you a order, Azira. I just wanted to talk you about the weather and hunting than I would have left to yourself.” Turrin shook his head and continued to his next point, “You wanted me to speak Nari, and I warned you it wasn't the best language, so I thought that you were going to give me the benefit of doubt; however, I was wrong.” Turrin looked her in the eyes and said softly, “For someone who doesn't like people assuming things about them. You seem more than willing to assume things about other people especially my caste. Kind of hypocritical isn't Azira?” Turrin took zero pleasure in the conversation, but he wanted to make a point that she didn't know as much about the Endal as she thought, she did since it was the reason for her outburst. Turrin asked calmly, “Do you think all the Endal roam the Inner Warren seeking out lower castes to torment like the bastard in the kitchen?” He knew some of his caste did do it like Samen, but he knew a lot of good Endal in Wind Reach too. Turrin shook his head and said softly, “Not all Endal are the same, Azira. I could have let Samen have his way with you, and you couldn't of done anything about it. Other than killing him. In truth, he would deserve death, but Wind Reach would have see it as his right, and you would be unfairly executed for crimes of another man.” Turrin paused for a few ticks and asked softly, “I don't know what happened in your past to dislike my caste, but I will tell you this I am nothing like Samen or any of the monsters Endal of rumors.”