Altair watched as the beautiful sunset slowly hid from their eyes, allowing for the darkness to engulf the sky. out of the corner of his eye, he could see the daze glare she had, as if she wasn't fully there. As if something was bothering her. And Altair could guess what it was.
"Shiera... I wont tell the rest of your brotherhood or mine of your gender." He aid with a sincere voice, snapping her out of her daze. She turned her head to him slightly revealing her blind and scarred eye. Shiera nodded her head once, indicating that she appreciated his kind gesture.
Her head turned back to the now non existent sunset, another hard glare returning. Altair did not want her to space out again, as it was slightly unnerving him. He also had a few questions he hoped she could answer.
"Shiera, I hope you do not become offended by me asking, but why do you hide your gender? why are you an assassin?" The words slipped from his lips slowly, as to not startle her while she continued to stare into the horizon.
"No, I am not offended. I choose to hide my gender for this exact reason. To keep people from continuously questioning everything I do. We are in a time where women are looked down apon as a lesser being. As only a toy for men. I appose that theory. If my brotherhood or yours learned of my true identity, I would no longer be treated with the respect that I have worked so hard to achieve. I would be out casted and treated as if I am fragile. No matter what I would do, no one would ever treat me like I should be treated. As for your second question, that is personal." Shiera said. her tone was gentle yet aggravated, but as she continued to speak her voice contained more acide and menace, confusing Altair.
"I guess your reasons make sense." Altair replied. In all honesty, he still could not believe that the swift and powerful fighter he fought along side against Nazar, was actually a woman. A beautiful one at that. If Master Al Mualim were to learn of her identity and that his greatest student was fighting along side her... All hell would break loose. Master Al Mualim was very quick to judge any woman. A female assassin... He would extremely disapprove, and from the little that Altair knew of Shiera, she and Master Al Mualim would definitely get into an all out brawl... perhaps even to the death.
"Hey! You shouldn't be-" An archer pointed an arrow at the two of them from the roof below. However, before he could even finish his sentence, Shiera had pulled a knife out of nowhere and threw it. The knife pierced his exposed throat, causing gurgles to spew from the mans lips, along with some of his blood. The archer's body fell lifelessly to the ground below, a loud thump followed by screams shortly after he disappeared from their sights.
A small growl escaped her lips before she spoke.
"The guards will be investigating his death in about five minutes, I refuse to go inside until the five minutes are up." She snarled, Her body stance giving away how ticked she was for her peace being disturbed. maybe he should have just left her be?
Her gaze went back to the now dark horizon. Her hard glare becoming more menacing as she clenched her hands into tight fists. Her knuckles were white and Altair could see that she was on the verge of slicing into her hands with her nails. He reached forward, intending to gently relax her hand. However, as soon as his hand touched hers, She wrenched her hand away, almost unbalancing her self as she looked to Altair with wide eyes, ones that had a very small trace of fear.
That emotion disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, now being replaced by anger.
"Don't touch me." she growled at him as she stood up straight on the railing.
Anger briefly flowed through Altair at her tone of voice. He was only trying to help. A sigh left his lips, shoving his anger away so that he would not get into a fight with Shiera, they were not fights that he enjoyed, since he usually lost.
"Lets go." Shiera said, her voice much calmer now. With that, she did a leap of faith into a hay barrel, hopping out and walking towards the bereau, the natural sway of her hips catching his eye. Altair shook his head roughly, mentally cursing himself for letting his hormones take over. The next time he passed a whore house, he was going in, no exceptions. He need those desires out of the picture so he could concentrate.
Altair did his own leap of faith off the tower and went back to the bereau. Once inside, He took off his armour and robes, leaving him in only his trousers, no shirt on. Shiera had already moved half of the pillows on the ground to the other side of the room, clearly indicating that she didn't want them sleeping together. She lied down on the pillows closest to the bereau entrance, while Altair lied down on the half closest to the archway separating the entrance from the main room.
It did not take long for Altair to fall asleep, one thought on his mind. One that confused him to no end.
Shiera.
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