09-11-2016, 04:18 PM
He might have the luxury of snapping at her, but she couldn’t afford to indulge her every sarcastic whim, and so she said nothing. Nythadri did not forget, but she didn’t tend to hold grudges either. Certainly not against strangers who had probably not intended to offend, but had done so merely by virtue of the demons Nythadri carried. She shouldn’t have asked the question when, deep down, she had known that no answer he could have given would have been satisfactory. Because the answer she knew was real and the answer she wished was real were irreconcilable.
In normal circumstances, her ire would have dimmed after its expression, when control returned and she simply unhooked feeling from thought. Unfortunate, then, that this unusual turn of events channelled her frostiness into something far more common of her defiant nature, and that he might feel responsible for the entirety of her darkened mood, or think that it was all aimed at him. Feeling as though she had walked unknowingly into a trap thickened the ice, and she couldn't quite disconnect from the dark frustration roiling within.
She focused entirely on the woman who knew her name but did not think to introduce herself. And apparently expected her to walk through that Gate without even truly knowing where it led - let alone that to do so unsanctioned might see her exiled from an institution that she disliked, yes, but was about the only thing she had left. If there was one thing Nythadri did not like, it was not having control. Even with saidar a woman made the conscious choice to submit – and Nythadri had no problem submitting, freely and wilfully. Take away the choice, though… It made her defiant beyond common sense. Force Nythadri to do something she wanted and she would not fail to dig her heels in, even if she ultimately suffered for it.
Through her frosty expression, there was clearly thought running through her head. Perhaps even conflict. Yui's explanation came in the form of a crisply folded note, which Nythadri read with a thread of suspicion. That she should be expected was impossible - wasn't it? She resisted the urge to roll her eyes – not particularly at what was offered, and more in long-suffering resignation. There was no escape here, and should she really be fighting? What had she just said about living? Opportunities like this were not often thrust in her path, and what did she have to go back to but monotony?
The intensity of her gaze broke, and she looked a little wistfully at the world that lay beyond the Gate. She caught Jai’s expression by accident. Why is he smiling at me? She had offended him, or suspected that she might have come close to it, on more than once occasion during their short walk. And she wouldn’t apologise for it. Maybe he had known Fate's plans for her from the beginning. An uncomfortable notion, and surely too narcissistic to have a base in reality. The Tower was full of coincidences. Yeah. Right. Still, nothing to be gained by standing here, so she passed through the Gate as bid.
In normal circumstances, her ire would have dimmed after its expression, when control returned and she simply unhooked feeling from thought. Unfortunate, then, that this unusual turn of events channelled her frostiness into something far more common of her defiant nature, and that he might feel responsible for the entirety of her darkened mood, or think that it was all aimed at him. Feeling as though she had walked unknowingly into a trap thickened the ice, and she couldn't quite disconnect from the dark frustration roiling within.
She focused entirely on the woman who knew her name but did not think to introduce herself. And apparently expected her to walk through that Gate without even truly knowing where it led - let alone that to do so unsanctioned might see her exiled from an institution that she disliked, yes, but was about the only thing she had left. If there was one thing Nythadri did not like, it was not having control. Even with saidar a woman made the conscious choice to submit – and Nythadri had no problem submitting, freely and wilfully. Take away the choice, though… It made her defiant beyond common sense. Force Nythadri to do something she wanted and she would not fail to dig her heels in, even if she ultimately suffered for it.
Through her frosty expression, there was clearly thought running through her head. Perhaps even conflict. Yui's explanation came in the form of a crisply folded note, which Nythadri read with a thread of suspicion. That she should be expected was impossible - wasn't it? She resisted the urge to roll her eyes – not particularly at what was offered, and more in long-suffering resignation. There was no escape here, and should she really be fighting? What had she just said about living? Opportunities like this were not often thrust in her path, and what did she have to go back to but monotony?
The intensity of her gaze broke, and she looked a little wistfully at the world that lay beyond the Gate. She caught Jai’s expression by accident. Why is he smiling at me? She had offended him, or suspected that she might have come close to it, on more than once occasion during their short walk. And she wouldn’t apologise for it. Maybe he had known Fate's plans for her from the beginning. An uncomfortable notion, and surely too narcissistic to have a base in reality. The Tower was full of coincidences. Yeah. Right. Still, nothing to be gained by standing here, so she passed through the Gate as bid.