good at goodbyes
She was stalling, that much she knew. Still she stood, blaming the dampness of her appaloosa hide from preventing her return to Brennen’s side. The weight of her desire pushed heavily upon her and she desperately wished to be freed from it, but that could only happen once she’d secured her place within her father’s Brotherhood. Exhaling, she watched two parrots as they chased each other just beyond the break in the trees. Their antics had always amused her, and a smile crept upon her face despite her stubborn exterior.
Since she was very young, her father had taught her many things. Overtime, her ability to protect herself against those wishing to cause harm had grown to surpass that of many of her siblings and half-siblings. It was something that she prided herself on – so it came as no surprise when the back of her neck tingled to alert her to the approach of another.
She saw him before he saw her. Walking upon the beach, he seemed distracted as he listlessly scanned the length of the beach. He appeared poised to turn when he froze, and his eyes fell upon her. She met his stare defiantly, her shoulders squared in anticipation.
She knew him, of course. It was hard to forget a creature as unique as him. Klaudius, she believed his name to be though she suspected he did not know hers. She was just another one of Brennen’s brats, she supposed. Lost in the sea of one million.
The stud wasted no time in approaching her, his stride almost defensive in a way. A tell that he truly did not recognize her. She smirked knowingly and, as he drew up beside her, listened with growing amusement as he introduced himself. His claim to fame as ‘the champion’ was just as entertaining as his ignorance of her. He could see it in his eyes, behind his façade of good intentions – there was something else there.
“My name is Mosrael,” she began by answering his question. “I’m one of Brennen’s daughters…as in, I live here.”
She wasn’t sure if her response would offer him any reassurance as to her ‘intentions’. Young and, probably, achingly forgettable is was hard to be offended by him.
“And you, Klaudius champion of Ischia, who are you?” her voice had a slight mocking edge to it as she returned his question for the sake of redundancy. Deep down, she believed that no one truly knew who they were apart from the person they presented to others. No matter where she went or what she would accomplish, she would always be Mosrael, daughter of Brennen.
@[Klaudius]