Disclaimer:The world and characters of Tortall belong to Tamora Pierce, not to me.
Series: Bitter, Twisted Lies
Event: 100 word dash
Words: 100
Author's Notes: Titles for series and fics taken from Maya Angelou's I Rise.
Lowered Eyes
Everybody knows who she is- but by elimination.
Eiralys is not Margarry, not Sunarine, not Cathrea. She is not shy, not spirited, not nice. She is always a not (she is nothing).
On Beltane, The Cavall sisters go to the city for supper. Eiralys stands a little apart as the three giggle and talk and flirt with the common boys.
A man approaches her, middle-aged but roughly handsome. Unperturbed by her glare, he offers his hand.
"I'm Marek." He grins easily.
"Eiralys."
"Charmed," he says. "You're not like your sisters."
Her scowl deepens before he continues. "You're real."
She smiles.