Besides the random, seemingly very pinpointed earthquakes, the house seemed relatively normal. Strangely clean, of course, considering how old Kuvarakh had mentioned it being, but otherwise… Abnormally normal.
Aislyn had been informed that this was a house of moving rooms and talking consciousness, not a place of suave chairs and closed curtains. She’d expected cobwebs and dust, maybe some personified houses, not the smell of rose candles.
Meeting expectations or not, Aislyn found that she had other problems at that moment. First of all, if Aceren didn’t show up, she couldn’t bargain with him. Second of all, if she didn’t bargain with the talking house man, she probably wouldn’t last very long in the house before being thrown out for betraying all trust she had with the two men that might actually become her only friends.
Just as Aislyn was going to raise the question of edible things within the mansion, Kuvarakh announced his plan to leave them in search of food.
It was slightly ironic- the only person in the building that didn’t need to eat was the only one concerned about food.
After Kuvarakh left, Aislyn found herself following Phobius to the couches their host had mentioned earlier. For a moment, she paused, admiring a particularly detailed piece of architecture on a banister nearby. Seconds later, her attention was brought back by Phobius, who, appeared to be testing the bounciness of the furniture. Aislyn was torn between thinking it was childish or hilarious. Either way, she had to admit, Phobius in general was very good at diffusive stress. Eventually, the boy seemed satisfied with the bounciness of the couch, giving it a satisfactory look as he voiced his approval. After the initiation of the furniture was over, Phobius invited her to sit, and, now smiling, she accepted.
For a few ticks, they sat in silence, Aislyn admiring the many fine details of the house, and Phobius keeping an eye on Kuvarakh- or, when the man disappeared behind a large pair of doors- where Kuvarakh had gone. After that, more silence. It was eerie- such a big building with such little sound. After the earthquake earlier, the room felt empty in silence.
”So…” A solid start to the sentence. The only problem was Aislyn had no idea where the sentence was going. She could always ask stereotypical I-Just-Met-You-And-Want-To-Know-More questions, but it didn’t seem right, considering she’d known Phobius for several seasons now. Then again, she didn’t have anything else to say, so it was worth a shot.
”So I like drawing- Is there anything you like in any particular light? Hobbies and… Such.” She wasn’t good at this.
If it wouldn’t leave the air open for Phobius to fire questions back at her, she would have asked something about family or where the boy was from. But, of course, it would be suspicious if she asked such questions and then refused to answer the same things when they were pointed back at her.
Either way, she didn’t appear to win.
OOCI’m very sorry for the wait on this post; life has been absolutely chaotic for the past few weeks. Testing within a lot of my classes, travelling to competitions, and some medical issues because life just hates me. I should be posting more regularly though, and be back to full speed (hopefully) by spring. I also apologize for the shortness of this post- I didn't want to hold the story back any longer, so I decided I had to go with what I had.