43rd Day of Winter
Mid morning
Rue may have looked mildly worse for wear when she ducked out of the pavilion that morning, nothing the casual eye would have noticed, but not entirely herself either.
It was more subtle, found in the way her hair fell across her face unchecked, the slight rounding of her shoulders, and the half moons cuts on her palms from clenched fists.
She was leaving, seeking to find Shahar and bring him to meet her family. They had not left her alone about him since the evening when Teo had found her out late and not at work. Of course they assumed she was sleeping with strangers, refusing to believe her without the proof of meeting the man in question.
She had spent the morning preparing, a predominantly mental struggle, as her family around her did similarly, asking accusatory questions and demanding answers she had given over and over.
So when she finally managed to slip away it was with the heavy weight of her family's expectations pressing against her. It seemed as though her family was set on disliking the man. No matter of explanations would put the onslaught to rest. In the end she could only hope they would be somewhat polite.
"Shahar." Her voice was soft, his name a plea, though for what she couldn't have said.
Mid morning
Rue may have looked mildly worse for wear when she ducked out of the pavilion that morning, nothing the casual eye would have noticed, but not entirely herself either.
It was more subtle, found in the way her hair fell across her face unchecked, the slight rounding of her shoulders, and the half moons cuts on her palms from clenched fists.
She was leaving, seeking to find Shahar and bring him to meet her family. They had not left her alone about him since the evening when Teo had found her out late and not at work. Of course they assumed she was sleeping with strangers, refusing to believe her without the proof of meeting the man in question.
She had spent the morning preparing, a predominantly mental struggle, as her family around her did similarly, asking accusatory questions and demanding answers she had given over and over.
So when she finally managed to slip away it was with the heavy weight of her family's expectations pressing against her. It seemed as though her family was set on disliking the man. No matter of explanations would put the onslaught to rest. In the end she could only hope they would be somewhat polite.
"Shahar." Her voice was soft, his name a plea, though for what she couldn't have said.