Zaire sighed, his brother really needed to learn the art of a good
lie.
"Mother wanted us to see how the dance was coming along, she sent Vasili
and I to see." Zaire answered as the natural avian cool washed over him.
"Vasili?" Aisha raised a skeptical eyebrow, 'Is this true?"
Vasili merely nodded, not trusting his own voice.
"All right, then you are excused, tell your mother all is well."
"Now" Zaire placed a warm hand on his brother's shoulder, now that they were alone. "What's really wrong. You've....well different lately." "I can't keep her out of my mind!" Vasili answered. He stared Zaire in the eye as if to challenge him to poke fun at his new weakness.
Glancing at the girls dancing girl Zaire asked, "Who?"
"DARCIELLE!!" Vasili exclaimed, as though it was obvious. Trying to contain his growing temper Vasili pointed toward the girl.
Zaire began to laugh. Their opinions on beauty were like night and day. "She's a twig!" Zaire announced.
"What are you talking about?" Vasili implored.
"She's so tiny. What could you possibly see in her?" Zaire asked. Then he pointed to the girl next to Darcielle. "Now she is not bad."
Vasili gaped at the girl. "She's the heaviest one in the troupe!"
"She's not heavy my dear brother, she's curvacious." She'll be an astounding woman someday."
Most of the boys their age were aware of Zaire's taste in the opposite sex. Even though the bone thin girls all but threw themselves at them, Zaire had his eyes on a real woman.
Sarad was like no other serpiente woman in Zaire's eyes. Her mother had died when she was young. Her father had been banished for treason. He did not approve of allowing avians to live among his kind. Sarad had been raised by foster avian parents. Her other form was that of a corral snake. In human form therefore, her hair was a vibrant red and her eyes were as black as coal. She had a voice that made you feel as thought the sun was shining just for you. Zaire had tutored her once in Latin. He had never forgotten the smell of her perfume. He thought of her non-stop sense.
"Now" Zaire placed a warm hand on his brother's shoulder, now that they were alone. "What's really wrong. You've....well different lately." "I can't keep her out of my mind!" Vasili answered. He stared Zaire in the eye as if to challenge him to poke fun at his new weakness.
Glancing at the girls dancing girl Zaire asked, "Who?"
"DARCIELLE!!" Vasili exclaimed, as though it was obvious. Trying to contain his growing temper Vasili pointed toward the girl.
Zaire began to laugh. Their opinions on beauty were like night and day. "She's a twig!" Zaire announced.
"What are you talking about?" Vasili implored.
"She's so tiny. What could you possibly see in her?" Zaire asked. Then he pointed to the girl next to Darcielle. "Now she is not bad."
Vasili gaped at the girl. "She's the heaviest one in the troupe!"
"She's not heavy my dear brother, she's curvacious." She'll be an astounding woman someday."
Most of the boys their age were aware of Zaire's taste in the opposite sex. Even though the bone thin girls all but threw themselves at them, Zaire had his eyes on a real woman.
Sarad was like no other serpiente woman in Zaire's eyes. Her mother had died when she was young. Her father had been banished for treason. He did not approve of allowing avians to live among his kind. Sarad had been raised by foster avian parents. Her other form was that of a corral snake. In human form therefore, her hair was a vibrant red and her eyes were as black as coal. She had a voice that made you feel as thought the sun was shining just for you. Zaire had tutored her once in Latin. He had never forgotten the smell of her perfume. He thought of her non-stop sense.