Kylaia al Jmaa
A.k.a. the Unicorn
NOTE: I own none of the non-Shang things, and Liam, Kylaia, the Wildcat, I think that's it.
The Hatred-part 4
Kylaia al Jmaa ate her face unreadable and smooth as glass, the constant movement becoming ritual.
"What are you thinking about?" Aliya asked her.
"Oh, nothing," Kylaia replied as she stared avidly at Liam with loathing and disgust.
"Will you stop obsessing," said Aliya.
"He's a, 'perfect,' student. It makes me ill to watch him laugh and talk, thinking he's the best there is," spat Kylaia.
"So?" Aliya remarked. She had grown but her black hair stayed short and feathery. Kylaia herself had grown tall and slender, her black eyes still large and mysterious. She walked away, and picked up her glaive, and practiced in an empty classroom. At fourteen, she was one of the tallest Shang trainees, and could only be beaten by Liam. So, they were often put together during practice. She preformed each exercise, then sat down, breathing in the welcoming silence. She hated useless talk and avoided people most of the time. Kylaia shook the hair out of her face, and stared at the door. She watched the handle slowly turn, and Liam walked in, and stared at Kylaia, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"I'm sorry to bother you. The Boar said this was the only empty classroom I could use," explained Liam.
"Oh, I guess we could both use it," Kylaia said. She propped herself up with her glaive, and swung it around and down, letting the eighteen-inch long blade sink into the wood floor. She then pulled it out of the floor, and set it against the wall.
"We could fight each other. It might help us more," interjected Liam. Kylaia nodded and stood in the guard stance, ready to fight him. Liam copied her stance and took the first punch. She, in return, brought her foot up and kicked Liam in the stomach. He punched her back, and she fell slapping the ground, and stood back up, having barely a bruise. She punched, and he kicked, and she fell. Kylaia stood up, but her upper arm was badly bruised. She felt she dishonored her family by losing, and her face looked like she felt that way, but only for a second, she quickly erased all feeling from her face, looking blank.
"What's the matter," said Liam warmly.
"Nothing, except you," Kylaia yelled.
"You didn't dishonor anybody by losing to me. It was just practice," Liam whispered.
"You don't understand!" screamed Kylaia, and ran. Her reed slippers made a soft patter to mark her departure. He would never understand, and he hated him, but that was the weirdest exchange. He seemed like what he was saying was the truth, to him. He was not Yamani, though; he wouldn't comprehend her, point-of-view.
2ND NOTE: This story is dedicated to my friend, who loves Kel (and her Yamani ways) so that's why Kylaia is Yamani. You know who you are.