@SilverDragonsBlood
"I don't like this."
Arryn sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his bodyguard shifted beside him, eyes flicking warily around the dimly lit taproom of the inn. "You don't like anything, Bo," he muttered- rather petulantly, but she was starting to get on his nerves.
"That's not true." His half-sister shifted her weight again and put herself more firmly to the side of his chair. Better chance of being able to fight or flee from that position. "I like Jadenshine. Which is where we should be."
The young Lord Sylvaren twisted in his seat to glare at her. "Are you
quite through? You've been griping about this trip for
weeks and it hasn't changed my mind. We're already
in Zantaric, what makes you think I'll just turn tail now?"
"Maybe I'm hoping you've stumbled into some good sense," she snipped back, and he had to resist the urge to stick his tongue out at her like they were still children. "You could have done this through letters," Bo continued in a low hiss. "But no. No, we just
had to come out here to meet Father's "associates" in
person because that's how
he would have handled it-"
"Enough." Arryn spoke through gritted teeth as he stared at her. "Enough, alright? I get it, you're irritated with me. But like it or not,
you demanded to come along, so can you take the next five minutes and just
shut it."
No sooner were the words out of his mouth then he regretted them, eyes going wide as Bo stared at him in something like disbelief. He
never spoke to
anyone that way, least of all her.
She must have really been getting on his nerves.
She could see the surprise in his face when she didn't argue back, but just nodded. "You're right. I chose to come." She sighed and rubbed at the back of her neck, glancing around. There was a...a feeling in the air that she couldn't quite name. She didn't like it. And, well, Arryn certainly didn't seem to want her hovering. "I'll...check the perimeter again. Don't move."
Before he could respond she'd moved away from the little alcove they'd sort of appropriated for themselves earlier in the evening. Arryn tried not to think about how well she blended into the general crowd, especially in her work gear- how easy it was to lose sight of her.
Well. If she thought he could be left alone he certainly wasn't about to complain. With a small sigh, the young Sylvaren lord dropped his head forward into his hand, staring down at the table.
I just want to get this over with...