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Word Count: 275
A Kiss for Shelter
A Foundation
Containing a secretive smile as she recalled her encounter with the maid, Xochitl set a piece of paper on the table before her.
Curiosity flickered in the noble's eyes as he noted her movement and watched her fold her hands in her lap, awaiting him.
Byakuya's brow twitched a little as he came to realize she was not joining him. There was no teacup situated within her reach. He chose not to dwell, perhaps it held no significance.
Yet his thoughts meandered…
Souls with so little spiritual pressure did not partake in food as a soul reaper might, but with the reiatsu swirling in her she would need greater sustenance than simple water or tea. He didn't necessarily like the idea of her being sequestered in the guest house while he dined. As it was, it was likely the servants already viewed her quiet arrival with a grain of interest. Would it not seem odd that he did not invite his "guest" to share a meal? But he felt bringing up the topic of her meals was another of those issues best broached after they'd established a few boundaries.
With a breath he set his cup aside and settled his straightforward gaze upon her.
For a moment she met his eyes before dropping her sights to the table fingering the paper idly.
"To begin-the alphabet."
His expression changed almost imperceptibly and she unconsciously licked her upper lip.
"Some words have no established sign," She explained, "They must be spelled out."
Byakuya tipped his head back slightly, taking this in. "Basics." He said.
"Basics." She echoed in her soft voice, glad he did not seem to see the flash of a tiny smile curingl her lips.