01-24-2019, 04:15 PM
Asha didn’t argue, though inwardly she hoped any potential fall-out would be minimal. Anchored to another, the creeping anxiety was easily dismissed for now.
Doubt washed through Tobias as they spoke of Nox, but she hadn’t been trying to convince him; just offer her own experience. Self-preservation had been pinioned to her very soul by her uncle, but the moment Asha felt safe that soul was utterly transparent. She shrugged off what might have been a warning. Tobias was right, of course, but her gift was like an extra sense; one she always trusted. Had he meant her harm she’d have known, particularly with the skin contact, and while she could not explain the little bubbles of conflict risen from time to time within him it did not worry her either.
“I know all the things I need to know, though.” She grinned. “The rest is just window dressing.” She said it lightly and easily as truth, unselfconscious of her certainty. She was quite used to others misunderstanding it for naivety.
“Rowan’s not defenceless,” she reminded, spurred by the depth of feeling that settled uncomfortably in him. The guilt stabbed down deep, an echo of her own conscience. “But we were. We did the right thing. Rowan’s heart is in the right place, I think. Her emotions were so loud! But she believes so zealously in what she says that I think it could have been dangerous for us to stay, even without all the other stuff. I don’t think you should go back there. We can make sure she’s okay another way.”
She squeezed his hand but said nothing about the emotion he was sharing down that link, though it twitched the smile a little from her face. “Stolen while I was at the market browsing goods I couldn’t afford to buy anyway.” She laughed, though at the time she had been utterly devastated. It probably sounded stupid, but it had been the last link to her old life, and some small part of her clutched at the idea it meant her uncle might come back one day. “Everything I had was in that car so I guess hermit shell is an accurate description. I came to Moscow chasing stories. What brought you here?”
Doubt washed through Tobias as they spoke of Nox, but she hadn’t been trying to convince him; just offer her own experience. Self-preservation had been pinioned to her very soul by her uncle, but the moment Asha felt safe that soul was utterly transparent. She shrugged off what might have been a warning. Tobias was right, of course, but her gift was like an extra sense; one she always trusted. Had he meant her harm she’d have known, particularly with the skin contact, and while she could not explain the little bubbles of conflict risen from time to time within him it did not worry her either.
“I know all the things I need to know, though.” She grinned. “The rest is just window dressing.” She said it lightly and easily as truth, unselfconscious of her certainty. She was quite used to others misunderstanding it for naivety.
“Rowan’s not defenceless,” she reminded, spurred by the depth of feeling that settled uncomfortably in him. The guilt stabbed down deep, an echo of her own conscience. “But we were. We did the right thing. Rowan’s heart is in the right place, I think. Her emotions were so loud! But she believes so zealously in what she says that I think it could have been dangerous for us to stay, even without all the other stuff. I don’t think you should go back there. We can make sure she’s okay another way.”
She squeezed his hand but said nothing about the emotion he was sharing down that link, though it twitched the smile a little from her face. “Stolen while I was at the market browsing goods I couldn’t afford to buy anyway.” She laughed, though at the time she had been utterly devastated. It probably sounded stupid, but it had been the last link to her old life, and some small part of her clutched at the idea it meant her uncle might come back one day. “Everything I had was in that car so I guess hermit shell is an accurate description. I came to Moscow chasing stories. What brought you here?”