[ Qetzi'ah sighs to herself softly when she hears his voice floating down the hallways. Once upon a time she may have been able to like him, she was an amiable girl much to Kandake's disapproval and there was little that truly put her off. Haran now represented all things ugly and disruptive. And she was not a dog to be called for in such a manner.
She remains in her window seat for a moment, trying to focus on her book but her annoyance makes it impossible to finish the page. She snaps it shut and forces herself to find some composure. Showing her hatred would do her no good in this situation. She lays her palm over the mourning brooch on her dress, taking strength and protection from her sister's memory.
Only then does she come down the hall, the heels of her little leather boots thumping dully across the dirt-caked wooden floors. ]
Yes, Haran?
[ Her tone is flat and slightly peevish, but in no way expresses the full breadth of her disdain for him. ]
no subject
She remains in her window seat for a moment, trying to focus on her book but her annoyance makes it impossible to finish the page. She snaps it shut and forces herself to find some composure. Showing her hatred would do her no good in this situation. She lays her palm over the mourning brooch on her dress, taking strength and protection from her sister's memory.
Only then does she come down the hall, the heels of her little leather boots thumping dully across the dirt-caked wooden floors. ]
Yes, Haran?
[ Her tone is flat and slightly peevish, but in no way expresses the full breadth of her disdain for him. ]