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Rynst pushed open a large, dark, cherry wood door revealing Rylath’s office. He directed Rynst to seat Shayla with a flourish of his hand. Rynst led her to the small, but ornately carved wooden chair and seated her in silence. “Go stand outside the door. One of us will call you when you can be useful.” He said, degradingly and Rynst obeyed. Shayla attempted to make herself comfortable in the unpadded chair and found it impossible, so she gave up, in annoyance. Shayla look at Rylath, whose face was half cloaked in shadows and tried to force down the feeling that was trying to overtake her.
Her initial assessment had been correct. His features left him with a handsome face that could strike fear into the hearts of many. A long, sharp nose rested above a thin pair of pale lips and below a pair of dead brown eyes. They looked dead, but not in the sense of physical death. They look as if his morals had dissipated, as if he has no reservations about destroying anything that stood in his way, even if that meant murder.
He took a deep breath before he began to speak in a quiet voice that, though meant to be monotone, still managed to get under the frightened girl’s skin and makes it crawl. “You are very lucky to have survived Sarah, you know that?” he asked and she nodded, still unsure as to why she was there. “You also came out of the situation remarkably well. You’ve broken no bones to my knowledge.” He said, and then continued without waiting for any acknowledgement as if his knowledge is assured and there is no way he can be wrong. His arrogance tugged at a nerve and Shayla bit her tongue. He asked how she was and her face dropped
“I’m doing as well as can be expected.” She said, and took a small breath before continuing as he opens his mouth. “Excuse me if I seem rude, but could you tell me why I am here?” She asked, hastily cutting him off. Shayla did hate to be rude, but she liked being kept in the dark even more.
“Alright, we will get straight to the point then.” His voice suddenly edged on irritated. Shayla began to wonder if she should not have just waited for him to find his way to his point. For a moment, she had forgotten that he was almost assuredly lethal. She did not want her assumption to be confirmed. “It’ about your eyes.” She looked at her hands and shifted, slightly more uncomfortable now. Her eyes had always made her self-conscious. They had always set her so obviously apart from everyone else she knew, her age and older. She had never met anyone who had eyes like her own, her family excluded. It seemed to just be the females in her family that go them. Her brother had a very similar problem, but neither of them tries to hide it. Their eyes made them odd in the eyes of others, but they also made them unique in ways no on else could ever be. She looked up at him and waited for him to explain, in patient silence. “Do you know why your eyes are the way they are?” he asked and she scoffed at his question.
“Nature messed up.” She replied plainly and he scoffed at her answer.
“Nature does not mess up.” he said and she raised her eyebrows at his forceful response.
“If you know, please share with me why my eyes are violet.” She said, with slight annoyance. This man had never even met Shayla before two nights ago, yet he was under the delusion he could tell her about herself. Under her annoyance was slight curiosity. Who was to say that the reason her family is both blessed and cured with these eyes could not be found somewhere on this side of the earth?
“You were marked at birth for greatness. You will do something amazing that will change the world as you know it.” He stated and she looked as if he had tee heads. ”This is a conversation for later, when you truly understand what surrounds you.” He says in a low, menacing tone that made her fear this later conversation. Suddenly, loudly he called for Rynst, who opened the door and helped her to her feet. They left in perfect silence, Shayla biting her lip to control the urge to cry out in pain, and not wanting to disturb Rynst ever lost in the silent void that surrounded him.
She closed her eyes to shut out the hallway lights and combat her rising migraine without any complaint. As she stumble down the hall with her eyes shut, clinging to Rynst for guidance, the lights seemed to dim, so she opened her eyes. She did not bother to ask how he knew she did not needed the lights lowered, nor did she say thank you. He gave her help she did not want; no matter how much she needed it.
By the time he returned Shayla to her small room, she was thinking clearly enough to remember to get into contact with her family. As soon as he sat her down, she began to rummage through her bags. She could feel Rynst staring at her for a long moment. She looked through each one of her bags and shouted when she could not find her cell phone. “Have you seen my cell phone Rynst?” She asked and he shook his head. She closed her eyes and sighed, irritated. She needed her damn phone.
Recognition crossed his face and he reached into his pocket, pulling something out. “I don’t think you’re going to be pleased.” He said quietly and she shook her head, smiling. He almost felt bad getting her hopes up. He opened his fist and showed her the remnants of the technological device. Her face dropped and she shook her head. She placed her hands on her cheeks as she despaired. She knew he needed to hear a comforting voice. She was only human after all. One by one, tears begin to escape her eyes, as she closed them. Covering her face with her hands, he could hear her silently scolding herself for being so weak.
Rynst left without a word and Shayla heard him move down the hallway. She covered her eyes and began to bawl as she wished she was home. She cried as she wished she was sitting in a funny smelling cave, squeezed in with her mother and brother. She wished she was leaning on her mother’s shoulder as Shayne sat in her lap, talking on and on forever about nothing. That was where she belonged, that was her proper place. She should be with her family; with the people she takes care of and the person who takes care of me.
Rynst allowed Shayla to cry for a good ten minutes, until she sobered up. After a few moments, he entered with the blue liquid. “What’s with the odd colored liquid?” She asked, and he snickered. She took the cup and downed the mildly tolerable liquid. He had put a bit less of her medicine in it, this time. He knew it would still be a rather unusual tasting liquid for the mortal.
“Would you mind walking a little?” he asked and looked at him as if he was insane. “It will help you walk properly again.” He said and she stood up, quietly. She bit her lip and took about twelve steps before falling over again. Rynst caught her by the shoulders from behind. She had not heard him move at all before he caught her deftly.
“You did exceptionally well.” He stated comfortingly as he helped her back to her bed. She looked up at him drolly as he sat her down. Somehow, walking ten feet was not her idea of a total recovery. Rynst leaned out of the door for a moment, calling to the Jerial girl again. He told her to bring something before he sat down. He sat before her silently and simply watched her as she pulled out her I pod again. For about three minutes, he sat there, just watching her. Someone knocked at the door and he answered it silently. He opened the doors and Shayla smelled the food. Her stomach started to cramp as she realized how long it has been since her last meal.
He opened the door and a small girl walked in. She looked to be only eight, give or take two years. “What are you doing here, Nyrya?” He asked rudely, “and why must you tote around that infernal hairy beast?”
A small purring sound emanated from the unusual bulge in her robes and a kitten’s head popped out. “Must you be so rude? There is nothing infernal about Toby.” She said and Toby mewed, hearing his name, and putting a paw on her shirt, excitedly. Rynst sighed, placing several fingers over his eyes. She made her way into the room with a smile and looked at Shayla. Shayla knew the girl for a friend, from the first moment Shayla saw her. Shayla did not know what to do, so she just sat on the bed.
“You must be Shayla.” The girl spoke quietly, almost afraid of Shayla’s reaction. Nyrya gave a small smile and Shayla returned it as best she could. Nyrya knew Shayla was not doing so well. Her failure to walk again had put her in a bad mood. She still was not in the best of moods, but it had improved slightly since she had entered the room. Her reply came out sarcastic and borderline rude, but Nyrya knew better. Shayla had not meant to be so, well, mean.
“I must be.” She replied, smiling back at the pink haired girl. The long bubble gum colored hair fell just past her shoulders and into her brown eyes. Rynst cleared his throat and the small brown and white cat meowed at him. Rynst stared at the animal for a moment, until it pulled its paw back inside and pulled back until everything except his nose and eyes is in Nyrya’s robes as he mews. Nyrya looked up at Rynst and responded to his anger dryly.
“Jeral’s busy and sent me with the food.” Rynst scolded her for bringing the kitten and getting cat hairs and germs all over the food. He said that she has no idea where the animal had been, or what it had gotten into. He ranted that that animal may have gotten into any number of disease-ridden pools of muck. He told her that that was no way to treat a person who had just gone through a tornado. She began to laugh suddenly and Rynst looked at her as if she had just gone out of her mind.
“That’s the most I’ve heard you say at once in the past few years. You must really like her.” Nyrya announced and he gave her a very annoyed look. Toby suddenly squirmed his way out of her robes and jumped into Shayla’s lap as Rynst sneezed. “I’m sorry Shayla. I’ll take him back if you want.” Nyrya said, putting down the tray and walking closer to Shayla. She shook her head and smiled as Toby licked her chin and snuggled against her. The kitten put his tiny paws on Shayla’s chest and she laughed quietly, petting his head affectionately.
“Are you alright, Rynst?” Shayla asked as he sneezed violently again and he nodded stiffly. Nyrya declared him a liar and Rynst gave her a cold look as his eyebrow twitched and she looked nervous. Toby licked Shayla’s hand, calming down as the tension rose in the room. He picked up Toby, holding him at arms length and handed it to Nyrya.
“Keep this animal away from Shayla until I give you permission to bring him back. We’ll call you when you can come get the plates.” He said and Nyrya took Toby, pouting.
”Feel free to bring Toby whenever Rynst is not around, or when he is. It doesn’t matter t me.” Shayla said and she smiled, sticking her tongue out at Rynst and thanking Shayla graciously. She seemed genuinely glad that she could bring back Toby, even against Rynst’s orders. She mouthed the word ‘later’ with a smile and Shayla returned it. Rynst raised an eyebrow as she left and Shayla shook her head.
He shrugged, an odd, uncomfortable looking gesture for him, as he began to pluck out any visible dog hairs from the rice balls. One by one, he handed the pieces of her meal until she finished. After the meal, Shayla lied down for a nap and he warned her to cover up lest she catch cold. She pulled the covers up to her chin to appease him and fell into a restful, if still dreamless sleep.
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Untitled ~~ Chapter 4
