Chapter 4
A low wine cut through Izhera's thoughts. She tried to ignore it. But it got louder and intensified to the point that it hurt her. She opened her eyes and look around the room where she was being held. She was still tied to the chair. Her eyes flashed as she looked around the dark room. "Who's there?" "Why do you ask?" "Show your face, cowered!" she said straning against the ropes. "Why should I? what would you do to it? Bite it?" "I might bite your finger if it were pointed at me. Like I did the pretty boys lip, and the others arm!" she said looking over her shoulder, trying to find the sources of the voice. A tall man dressed in a black cloke stepped from the shadows to her left. She glrars at him, her eyes gleaming with an unseen fire. "Why do you look at me with such heat in your eyes?" his voice was low, soft, calm. "Why do you hold me here?" "You attacked a Zaibach solder. With out reason." "I had good reason, he drew his sword against me. I bit him in self defince!" He stopped looking at her. "Than why did you bite Migel?" "Who?" "The second soilger that you bit!"
"He was getting cocky, and when some one gets cocky with me, I bit 'em." "And that gives you the right to bit him?" "What are you getting at?" He stopped looking at her. His dark eyes wandering over her, as if looking for some weakness. "You are a prisoner. But we will not keep you in this room." She just looked at him, her eyes uneasy. "Than if I'm not to be kept here, where will you keep me?" "In a different room, but we will give things to occupy your time." he reaches forward, unteying her writes, she watches him her green gold eyes untrusting. He glances at her, "You look at me like I'm going to strike you. Do you have a reason to think this?" "My reasons are my own." "Alright," he bends down to untie her ancles, but her hands are there first. He pulled back, watching her fingers quickly untie the knots with little diffacalty. "What are you looking at?" He smiles, "Your hands, their very nible." Her fingers stop, he glances at her face. His gase has met with one of unsertinty, as if she didn't know what to think of him. "I will send one of the Dragon Slayers to show you to your new quarters," he says standing. Just before he leave he adds, "And, please don't bit this one." She whiles in the chair, watching his back as the doors closed.
A low wine cut through Izhera's thoughts. She tried to ignore it. But it got louder and intensified to the point that it hurt her. She opened her eyes and look around the room where she was being held. She was still tied to the chair. Her eyes flashed as she looked around the dark room. "Who's there?" "Why do you ask?" "Show your face, cowered!" she said straning against the ropes. "Why should I? what would you do to it? Bite it?" "I might bite your finger if it were pointed at me. Like I did the pretty boys lip, and the others arm!" she said looking over her shoulder, trying to find the sources of the voice. A tall man dressed in a black cloke stepped from the shadows to her left. She glrars at him, her eyes gleaming with an unseen fire. "Why do you look at me with such heat in your eyes?" his voice was low, soft, calm. "Why do you hold me here?" "You attacked a Zaibach solder. With out reason." "I had good reason, he drew his sword against me. I bit him in self defince!" He stopped looking at her. "Than why did you bite Migel?" "Who?" "The second soilger that you bit!"
"He was getting cocky, and when some one gets cocky with me, I bit 'em." "And that gives you the right to bit him?" "What are you getting at?" He stopped looking at her. His dark eyes wandering over her, as if looking for some weakness. "You are a prisoner. But we will not keep you in this room." She just looked at him, her eyes uneasy. "Than if I'm not to be kept here, where will you keep me?" "In a different room, but we will give things to occupy your time." he reaches forward, unteying her writes, she watches him her green gold eyes untrusting. He glances at her, "You look at me like I'm going to strike you. Do you have a reason to think this?" "My reasons are my own." "Alright," he bends down to untie her ancles, but her hands are there first. He pulled back, watching her fingers quickly untie the knots with little diffacalty. "What are you looking at?" He smiles, "Your hands, their very nible." Her fingers stop, he glances at her face. His gase has met with one of unsertinty, as if she didn't know what to think of him. "I will send one of the Dragon Slayers to show you to your new quarters," he says standing. Just before he leave he adds, "And, please don't bit this one." She whiles in the chair, watching his back as the doors closed.