"ọfïïsï ke’u," she smiled when he said that she had a little of his language now. Would it ever be hers? Vega wasn't sure. But then, it was all too new, too unusual for her to be able to make a judgement yet. Her entire life she had been a Biqaj, so did that mean that she had no room to be Sev'ryn too? In many ways she longed for some kind of balance in her life, but whether she got that from here, she simply did not know. Her eyes turned to Ti'niva and swirled with silver and red. "Lets hope so," she responded to him saying that only good would come from this. Would it? She really didn't know.
But he tapped on the door and they went in. "ọfïïsï ke’u," she said and then added, in case her Sev'ryn was so bad that she was unrecogniseable. "Thank you. My name is Eva Lei'nox," although only her father ever called her that it was, nonetheless her name. "My mother was born and raised here, lived here until she met my father. A Biqaj man called Joq'an. My mother died in my birth but my aunt, Najina, wrote to him some arcs ago, asking to see me. I believe that Lei'nox is my mother's name." She paused for a moment and then glanced at Ti'niva, questioningly. Her eyes were so dark they were almost black. She smiled at him and nodded her head, as though he had spoken to her.
"I know nothing of the Sev'ryn half of my soul. My father tells me that I am daughter to sea and stars. Him the sea, my mother the stars. I would like to find out if I have any family. Who I am and who she was." Vega didn't need to explain who "she" was, it was her mother and some sort of understanding that she sought. Come to that, she thought with a smile, some idea of where this crazy colour of her hair came from wouldn't go amiss either. But really, it was her mother, her Sev'ryn family and herself which she sought here. Or, at least, the beginnings of them.
But then, she sat and waited for the old lady. She did not speak again, she just sat and listened. As she did, she fought to keep herself still and, mostly, did alright. She was a natural fidget, there was no doubting it, but she wanted this information too much to mess it up by lack of concentration now. So she waited, paying attention.
But he tapped on the door and they went in. "ọfïïsï ke’u," she said and then added, in case her Sev'ryn was so bad that she was unrecogniseable. "Thank you. My name is Eva Lei'nox," although only her father ever called her that it was, nonetheless her name. "My mother was born and raised here, lived here until she met my father. A Biqaj man called Joq'an. My mother died in my birth but my aunt, Najina, wrote to him some arcs ago, asking to see me. I believe that Lei'nox is my mother's name." She paused for a moment and then glanced at Ti'niva, questioningly. Her eyes were so dark they were almost black. She smiled at him and nodded her head, as though he had spoken to her.
"I know nothing of the Sev'ryn half of my soul. My father tells me that I am daughter to sea and stars. Him the sea, my mother the stars. I would like to find out if I have any family. Who I am and who she was." Vega didn't need to explain who "she" was, it was her mother and some sort of understanding that she sought. Come to that, she thought with a smile, some idea of where this crazy colour of her hair came from wouldn't go amiss either. But really, it was her mother, her Sev'ryn family and herself which she sought here. Or, at least, the beginnings of them.
But then, she sat and waited for the old lady. She did not speak again, she just sat and listened. As she did, she fought to keep herself still and, mostly, did alright. She was a natural fidget, there was no doubting it, but she wanted this information too much to mess it up by lack of concentration now. So she waited, paying attention.
