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dethoratsPrompt: Motive
Word Count: 552
Yellow-green eyes, the color more suited to one of the swamp felines than a human, stared fearlessly at Miera and the dangerous weapon in her hands. The sorceress smoothed down her kirtle, straightening it as much as the scant material would allow before favoring her unexpected visitor with a warm smile. Her voice was honeyed when she spoke, a tone that reflected the dulcet singing voice that had only a little while earlier been ringing throughout the room.
“They told you he was a girl? Really?”
Her first words seemed to pick up the most pointless part of the entire endeavor and Miera quirked an eyebrow and steadied her stance. It could have been a lulling tactic and she wasn’t going to be taken unaware again. There was no harm in answering the question though and politeness was always a wise idea where magic users were concerned.
“Not in so many words but the implication was fairly strong. I have a certain…reputation and I would have been far less inclined to venture here had I known Siere was male. Not that I wouldn’t have come but I would have charged his father a great deal more than my negotiated fee.”
“I see. So you made an assumption.”
Amusement underlay the flat observation and Miera bristled at the condescension she thought she heard. It was the truth but it certainly wasn’t very flattering and she didn’t think she could be faulted for her belief in Siere’s sex.
“I did,” she ground out grudgingly. “Are you implying that I have made a similar judgment call in the past few moments?”
The sorceress grinned and looked positively delighted. Miera scowled and privately hoped the woman would clap her hands together like a giddy maid if only so she could watch the fabric over her hips fly up. She wasn’t stupid and the sorceress HAD been coming at Siere with a naked blade.
“Right on the nose, my lady warrior. Siere is most certainly NOT a girl and I was NOT aiming to spill any of his noble blood with my knife. Certainly not.”
It could easily have been a lie and Miera, dander up from the implications about her intelligence, didn’t make any move to holster her weapon after the sorceress’ declamation. She did, however, lower her body enough for her fingers to grasp the knife in question as it had ended up near her present location. A fine piece of work and very sharp, there were designs etched into the blade itself although she only recognized a stylized moon and sun. Studying it, she flicked her eyes between Siere and the sorceress, noting that Siere’s earlier problem seemed to have dissipated thanks to his nudity and their conversation.
“Seems like a mighty sharp knife though. What other purpose could it be for?” Miera pointed at the baron’s son with her own weapon, jerking her head for emphasis. “If you just wanted to get him in the all, why not have him disrobe before chaining him up? Or at least use something less dangerous?”
The sorceress glanced at Siere herself, seemed mildly disappointed at his present state. Still, she smiled softly, dimples appearing in her cheeks, and held out her hand. “If you give it back to me, I’ll be glad to tell you everything.”
Word Count: 552
Yellow-green eyes, the color more suited to one of the swamp felines than a human, stared fearlessly at Miera and the dangerous weapon in her hands. The sorceress smoothed down her kirtle, straightening it as much as the scant material would allow before favoring her unexpected visitor with a warm smile. Her voice was honeyed when she spoke, a tone that reflected the dulcet singing voice that had only a little while earlier been ringing throughout the room.
“They told you he was a girl? Really?”
Her first words seemed to pick up the most pointless part of the entire endeavor and Miera quirked an eyebrow and steadied her stance. It could have been a lulling tactic and she wasn’t going to be taken unaware again. There was no harm in answering the question though and politeness was always a wise idea where magic users were concerned.
“Not in so many words but the implication was fairly strong. I have a certain…reputation and I would have been far less inclined to venture here had I known Siere was male. Not that I wouldn’t have come but I would have charged his father a great deal more than my negotiated fee.”
“I see. So you made an assumption.”
Amusement underlay the flat observation and Miera bristled at the condescension she thought she heard. It was the truth but it certainly wasn’t very flattering and she didn’t think she could be faulted for her belief in Siere’s sex.
“I did,” she ground out grudgingly. “Are you implying that I have made a similar judgment call in the past few moments?”
The sorceress grinned and looked positively delighted. Miera scowled and privately hoped the woman would clap her hands together like a giddy maid if only so she could watch the fabric over her hips fly up. She wasn’t stupid and the sorceress HAD been coming at Siere with a naked blade.
“Right on the nose, my lady warrior. Siere is most certainly NOT a girl and I was NOT aiming to spill any of his noble blood with my knife. Certainly not.”
It could easily have been a lie and Miera, dander up from the implications about her intelligence, didn’t make any move to holster her weapon after the sorceress’ declamation. She did, however, lower her body enough for her fingers to grasp the knife in question as it had ended up near her present location. A fine piece of work and very sharp, there were designs etched into the blade itself although she only recognized a stylized moon and sun. Studying it, she flicked her eyes between Siere and the sorceress, noting that Siere’s earlier problem seemed to have dissipated thanks to his nudity and their conversation.
“Seems like a mighty sharp knife though. What other purpose could it be for?” Miera pointed at the baron’s son with her own weapon, jerking her head for emphasis. “If you just wanted to get him in the all, why not have him disrobe before chaining him up? Or at least use something less dangerous?”
The sorceress glanced at Siere herself, seemed mildly disappointed at his present state. Still, she smiled softly, dimples appearing in her cheeks, and held out her hand. “If you give it back to me, I’ll be glad to tell you everything.”
