Post by Charlie Dudox on Apr 26, 2005 10:48:32 GMT -5
She noticed the blush in Kirihito’s cheeks and it made her smile. It was good to something could break that strange cold exterior of his. Charlie was enraptured as Kirihito spoke of his people. It was obvious that she was far more interested in the Yuudo, than she ever would be in Monarchical societies. Still, she nodded her head solemnly when he asked for her discretion and secrecy. “Of course Kirihito, I won’t tell a soul.” His confidence in her meant a great deal to her. It was a shame, though, that he had been one step ahead of her, denying her any hope to visit the Yuudo, but it was understandable as well. Her parents had always taught her that most tribes did not ‘get lost’ without having a good reason. In all their studies, they had never betrayed the location of the tribes that they had studied. Isolation was far too undervalued by the dominant societies of this world.
“I’m sorry about your tribe as well. I cannot imagine what it would be like to grow up in a time of constant war with another tribe.” She hesitated and added “Or to lose your past.” In her eyes, it was hard to tell which of these two were worse, to lose everyone around you or to lose yourself.
She took the clue and did not follow up with another round of rapid fire questioning as she finished her lunch. Her opinion of Kirihito had changed drastically since earlier this afternoon. She had entered his office believing him to be a clever but odd professor, worth the effort to glean a little extra information from. Now many of his oddities had been explained and she was left simply with a deep respect for the man. He was the sort of character that always seemed to draw her in: slightly out side of normal society, a bit mysterious, with natural intelligence. She was inwardly pleased when he spoke as though they would definitely meet again. Having finished her soup she glanced down at her watch and gave a quiet curse.
“Oh, damn the world, look at the time. I’m twenty minutes late for my Archeology Seminar and I absolutely forgot.” She sighed and shook her head. “I suppose it doesn’t matter that much, Dr. Carter has taken another sabbatical, leaving his poor teaching assistant to read off another lecture.”
Charlie pursed her lips, she did not want this conversation to end, but she also knew that she could not afford to miss much of class. She was determined to finish enough classes this semester to return to her Aon dig site that she had been drawn out of so long ago. She stood up and offered Kirihito her hand. “This really has been an immense pleasure. I hope we can do this again sometime.” She offered him one of her award winning smiles and made her way to the door of the little café. Walking once more brought back the ache to her leg and she turned back to Kirihito. “Thank you for lunch and, Kirihito, thank you for the thank you for the anti-venom as well.” With that she smiled and walked out the door. It had been a guess on her part. She remembered clearly asking what kind of spider had bit her. The mention of the Kiryuudo trading woolens and anti-venoms cemented it in her mind. She had no idea that it was Kirihito’s own blood that had save her life but she had made it obvious that she would not have the truth hidden from her.
“I’m sorry about your tribe as well. I cannot imagine what it would be like to grow up in a time of constant war with another tribe.” She hesitated and added “Or to lose your past.” In her eyes, it was hard to tell which of these two were worse, to lose everyone around you or to lose yourself.
She took the clue and did not follow up with another round of rapid fire questioning as she finished her lunch. Her opinion of Kirihito had changed drastically since earlier this afternoon. She had entered his office believing him to be a clever but odd professor, worth the effort to glean a little extra information from. Now many of his oddities had been explained and she was left simply with a deep respect for the man. He was the sort of character that always seemed to draw her in: slightly out side of normal society, a bit mysterious, with natural intelligence. She was inwardly pleased when he spoke as though they would definitely meet again. Having finished her soup she glanced down at her watch and gave a quiet curse.
“Oh, damn the world, look at the time. I’m twenty minutes late for my Archeology Seminar and I absolutely forgot.” She sighed and shook her head. “I suppose it doesn’t matter that much, Dr. Carter has taken another sabbatical, leaving his poor teaching assistant to read off another lecture.”
Charlie pursed her lips, she did not want this conversation to end, but she also knew that she could not afford to miss much of class. She was determined to finish enough classes this semester to return to her Aon dig site that she had been drawn out of so long ago. She stood up and offered Kirihito her hand. “This really has been an immense pleasure. I hope we can do this again sometime.” She offered him one of her award winning smiles and made her way to the door of the little café. Walking once more brought back the ache to her leg and she turned back to Kirihito. “Thank you for lunch and, Kirihito, thank you for the thank you for the anti-venom as well.” With that she smiled and walked out the door. It had been a guess on her part. She remembered clearly asking what kind of spider had bit her. The mention of the Kiryuudo trading woolens and anti-venoms cemented it in her mind. She had no idea that it was Kirihito’s own blood that had save her life but she had made it obvious that she would not have the truth hidden from her.