"It surprised at first,"
Lost along the golden lines adorning the green fabric, Arabella's eyes snapped towards Silas upon hearing his voice.
"Born during the war, I've trained alongside other warriors, n and won, and even though we were well taught and inford on our enemy it still struck as odd to only face n during my first battles," he elaborated once the woman's attention was on him.
"Nature hasn't spoiled us human won, one can say," while speaking, Arabella looked between the various portraits of the warrior won depicted in their full grace and glory, "We lack in so many departnts, our treatnt from our male counter parts cos as no surprise,"
The smile on her had significantly dimd the longer her last sentence went on. She clutched the gown in hands closer to her chest before pushing a little sigh and looking down to the floor.
"Frankly, the disparity resulting from the differences in biology between n and won in your species amazes to this day, despite having studied and understood them," Silas moved forward and stopped by Arabella's side to stare at Nerina's portrait, "The divergence in the biological constitution between and a female vampire for instance does not yield such a rift. We sure had less won in our ranks during the war due to the procreation function being exclusive to won on our side as well, but that was as far as it extended. Their exclusion from battlefields was less for their safety than our own,"
"I suppose it is the reason older vampires can beco... A bit taken by the existence of human won," Arabella allowed a nervous chuckle as she hugged the dress.
At that point, Silas turned to face Arabella's figure, "Your heart has recovered sowhat of a regular rate," he remarked.
It hadn't been until he'd ntioned it that Arabella took note of the fact. Her heart had indeed slowed closer to a normal pace and the number of sniffles that overca her were becoming less and less frequent.
In response, the young woman rely humd, agreeing with his words.
"This is as good a ti as any to ask," he started, which got her to look his way, eyes widening a tad in anticipation, "I'd like you to tell more about your experience while under the spell. It is important that you give every detail you may recall, as minute as it might seem to you,"
A chill ran down her spine at the simple thought of it. The first thing coming to her mind was the mud stuck between her toes, the freezing cold gnawing at her skin and the wet nightgown sticking to her body. Beyond that, there was that sort of opaque fog that blocked all access to the mories tied to the incident itself.
Well, one thing bubbled back to the surface, "The only thing I can clearly rember was the sudden urge to leave the property. I'd felt as though I needed to disappear to so place far, far away from here," she slowly shook her head from left to write, eyes on nothing in particular, "I am sorry, everything else remains a blur to ,"
"Fret not," he reassured her, "You've already said enough," Silas then cut the distance between them even shorter, bringing his warmth along to envelop her, "Look in the eyes,"
Blushing from the abrupt rushing of blood to her face, Arabella complied and locked eyes with him.
Limpid they were, as clear as they'd always shone. Not a hint of the veil that had obscured them as a result of the spell remained.
"What did my eyes seem like?" she questioned, breaking the silence that had settled in.
"The sheen of their color was dimd quite a bit," he said.
"Did it match the known symptom of the Mirari? Could it simply have been that that had befallen ?"
There was a certain spark that flashed across her eyes as they widened very montarily when she had uttered her question.
"Had it been the Mirari, I would have caught you knocking on my door if not already sprawled across my lounge chair, and not putting more distance between yourself and I,"
Arabella's fears concerning the spell had completely evaporated the instant Silas had spoken about sprawling across his lounge chair.
A sheepish, "Oh...," had been all that she'd voiced.
"Your heart is racing once more. Is sothing the matter?"
To her he seed truly concerned by the fact he'd addressed, but the only thing Arabella had managed to think about in the mont had been to wonder how an individual that lived for over centuries could be so oblivious to the power of their own words?
"No! Everything is alright with !" she hastened to answer, "Do my eyes seem clear now?" the young woman attempted to dispel the awkwardness.
"Thankfully, yes,"
What Silas had in mind however couldn't be further from her concern with his densness. Indeed, the thought she'd not only felt the need to leave the property but also made it her mission to achieve as a goal, raised alarm bells in his head.
Targeted by a hypnosis spell that would lead her to walk out the gates into the clutches of whatever the dangers that lurked around the vast and unmitigated land of Umbraria, but to what end?
Who could it benefit to have her cross the bounds of the property? Could there have been soone on the other end awaiting her? Could it be the prince's doing in an attempt to reclaim what he believed belonged to him?
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