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Post by Bhae on May 23, 2012 18:23:30 GMT -5
It took her a moment, as it usually seemed to, to process what he said. Though she did glance over to look at the scar and nodded, as if in agreement. It would be hard to hide a scar like that. She put her supplies away, keeping everything orderly and in its own place. Despite that the sun had set, she did not seem too keen on heading to bed. She was far too curious about her unexpected visitor to let sleep get in the way just yet, as was proven by her ever present talkativeness.
However, even with all she said, there was still the heavy air of an accent clinging to everything. She was mildly impressed that he never seemed to need her to repeat anything. Maybe he was smarter than she gave him credit for...or at least more attentive than he appeared. Bhae was used to being asked to repeat herself, but even more used to being asked to speak up. Friends back home had joked she had no lungs, and couldn't gather enough air for a normal speaking volume. Though she wasn't so quiet as to be whispering, it was close enough that many people had to consciously make an effort to listen. Fortunately for the moment, it was quiet, and there was little she had to speak over.
"My name is Bhae, by the way. Do you have a name, or is it 'tomb raider?'" obviously a joke, though she only cracked a half-smile as she spoke.
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Post by Amonsef Mahiriah on May 23, 2012 21:01:24 GMT -5
He did not look amused. The youth hesitated, as if debating whether or not to give his name. "Amonsef," he answered after a moment. Once the last of the loaf of bread was in his mouth, the marauder moved for the door, where he then paused.
He thought about saying thank you... but decided that other than fixing his cloak, she hadn't given him her food, he had taken it, and thus he did not need to say thank you. And he did not need to say thank you for his cloak, either, because she had more or less insisted on fixing it anyways.
Why he rationalized not showing gratitude, Amonsef didn't stop to ponder.
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Post by Bhae on May 23, 2012 21:31:11 GMT -5
She blinked, head tilting slightly. Whenever she needed or wanted to hear something, she seemed to turn her head, suggesting she may have had a hearing problem in at least one ear...that, or it was just a bad habit. Bhae nodded. Though she usually spoke slowly, she repeated the name with unusual tentativeness, "Amonsef....I think I can remember that one. Not as hard as some of the others."
Bhae watched him move for the door, though he did pause. She raised an eyebrow, "Be careful out there," before pausing herself, and looking down at the half-eaten pomegranate she had set aside. After picking it up, she turned it over a few times, and then glanced back over at him, "Hey, before you go....what are these called, again?"
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Post by Amonsef Mahiriah on May 23, 2012 22:50:04 GMT -5
His brows knit at the sincerity in her well-wishing. He paused a moment more - long enough for Bhae to add her question. He glanced back somewhat tentatively to see what she was gesturing at. ".... Pomegranates." His gaze turned back to the door thoughtfully. Another pause, and he slipped his hand into one of his cloak's inner pockets to toss a couple of gold beads across the floor in Bhae's direction. As soon as he did, however, he was quick to dart out the door like a ghost, shutting it swiftly behind him.
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Post by Bhae on May 23, 2012 23:15:21 GMT -5
"Pomegranates?" she parroted, then giving a short huff of an amused laugh, "funny name for a fruit."
Bhae was just about to ask if something was wrong--he'd been standing at the door as if he was ready to leave for a fair amount of time now--but she was distracted when he moved to toss something across the floor. By the time she blinked and looked up again, he was already out the door. She shook her head, stooping forward to pick up the beads and look at them.
"Huh...guess he does say thank you."
After taking a moment to stash the beads away somewhere she would not lose them, Bhae glanced around her home. Her mind was awake now after the unexpected turn of events. She was pretty proud of herself, too. She'd only jumbled her translations twice--ones when trying to say white, where she had defaulted to her native tongue with ban, and once when she could not remember the name of a pomegranate. And oddly enough, she had learned most of her Egyptian speaking to children. They were on a level of grammar similar to her understanding, and through being able to communicate with them, she'd built her vocabulary enough that she could now converse with adults--with some pronunciation issues, of course.
Her eyes wandered to the door briefly. She would have to keep an eye out for Amonsef. Maybe now that she knew what he looked like, she'd see him around. The brief notion that it was not entirely wise to associate with a wanted criminal when she herself caused a bit of unease in her neighbors for being foreign crossed her mind, but given that avoiding him was the less interesting course of action, she chose to ignore the thought. Keep an eye out it is, then.
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