04-04-2014, 12:24 PM
Aria hadn't expected Dimitri to be in a meeting so soon after dismissing her. She must have interrupted his return to his office or it had been longer than she assumed. Inside the formidable office of her childhood sat the one very people who should not ever know what the letter contained. EVER!
Fury turned to panic and the panic to fear as Dimitri called her into his office. Aria hesitated. She could come back later, she should come back later. As if nothing had changed in the past few months, Aria felt like the sixteen year old girl who had first started her initiation.
Aria grasped both her hands together and crumpled the letter into them, hoping to hide it from all who were present. She took a deep breath and walked into the room. She did not close the door behind her, to do so would to not allow for a quick exit if things were to turn badly.
Aria dropped a curtsy however clunky it was when not in a dress to the men before her. "Yes Father."
The words were tinged with the past fury. She was still angry at him. And as she thought about it more, the more the fury rose inside her.
Father Dimitri sat calmly behind his desk. "Where are your gloves child?"
Of all the things he would ask her he had to ask that first. Aria took a deep breath and nearly choked on her first words. She calmed herself and spoke clearly as it had been in grained in her. "A cooling Bannik melted my sword as I took it's head. The heat melted the sword, and the gloves were the only thing that save my hands from worse. I cannot find a decent glover in Moscow to replace them."
Aria held up the palms of her hand to show what remained of the scars, the faint decoration from her sword forever burned into her skin. The crumbled letter held between her thumb and forefinger.
Father Dimitri nodded and Aria let go of the breath she had not realized she was holding. He got up from his seat and took the paper from her hands. "What is this child? The reason for with you interrupt our meeting?"
Aria's heart sank as he pulled the letter from her hand. She didn't try to grab the letter back, it was undignified behavior. She wanted to move away, to get away before he read the letter. Aria could see the recognition on his face as he read the letter. He stared back at her with what Aria knew was fear and concern and sympathy, no pity. Aria could feel the pity as clean as day. Aria watched as Father Dimitri returned to his seat. He set the crumbled letter on the table and stared at Aria, daring her to ask the question she had come for.
It could be just as devastating for him as it was for her. The silence grew thick and Aria's heart raced. Fear permeated the air, Fear this strong was traceable by any Furia, but in that instant she knew she was not Furia, but sentient, the smell of fear did not penetrate her nose. It was fear she felt.
Edited by Aria, Apr 4 2014, 12:35 PM.
Fury turned to panic and the panic to fear as Dimitri called her into his office. Aria hesitated. She could come back later, she should come back later. As if nothing had changed in the past few months, Aria felt like the sixteen year old girl who had first started her initiation.
Aria grasped both her hands together and crumpled the letter into them, hoping to hide it from all who were present. She took a deep breath and walked into the room. She did not close the door behind her, to do so would to not allow for a quick exit if things were to turn badly.
Aria dropped a curtsy however clunky it was when not in a dress to the men before her. "Yes Father."
The words were tinged with the past fury. She was still angry at him. And as she thought about it more, the more the fury rose inside her.
Father Dimitri sat calmly behind his desk. "Where are your gloves child?"
Of all the things he would ask her he had to ask that first. Aria took a deep breath and nearly choked on her first words. She calmed herself and spoke clearly as it had been in grained in her. "A cooling Bannik melted my sword as I took it's head. The heat melted the sword, and the gloves were the only thing that save my hands from worse. I cannot find a decent glover in Moscow to replace them."
Aria held up the palms of her hand to show what remained of the scars, the faint decoration from her sword forever burned into her skin. The crumbled letter held between her thumb and forefinger.
Father Dimitri nodded and Aria let go of the breath she had not realized she was holding. He got up from his seat and took the paper from her hands. "What is this child? The reason for with you interrupt our meeting?"
Aria's heart sank as he pulled the letter from her hand. She didn't try to grab the letter back, it was undignified behavior. She wanted to move away, to get away before he read the letter. Aria could see the recognition on his face as he read the letter. He stared back at her with what Aria knew was fear and concern and sympathy, no pity. Aria could feel the pity as clean as day. Aria watched as Father Dimitri returned to his seat. He set the crumbled letter on the table and stared at Aria, daring her to ask the question she had come for.
It could be just as devastating for him as it was for her. The silence grew thick and Aria's heart raced. Fear permeated the air, Fear this strong was traceable by any Furia, but in that instant she knew she was not Furia, but sentient, the smell of fear did not penetrate her nose. It was fear she felt.
Edited by Aria, Apr 4 2014, 12:35 PM.