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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 02 : 07
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Carn’itel grimaces in pain, angry that someone half his age has the capability of besting him. These are the times he is glad his brother is dead, now if only his bastard children would follow. He holds on as long as he can, somewhere in back of the pain taking delight in the fear that plays through the little blue haired Siren’s eyes until the bones of his wrist begin to crack under the grip and he pulls away as gracefully as he can. “This isn’t over, nephew. There is a reason your younger, female sibling controls a territory and you do not.” Andr’ial pulls Ati’yya close, embracing her tightly as she shakes in his grip and wrapping his robe tighter around her. Angry white eyes meet Carn’itel’s. “Touch her again and see… uncle. I think we are quite finished. Take your beaten animal and leave us alone.” The exchange is lost on her, both her captor’s words and the other male’s own going by too fast for her to catch even the few she’d come to understand. The anger and tension between them is clear however and the pain of the other male’s grip at her arm remains even when his rough hand has been pulled away. Blue slitted eyes reflect fear even as Andr’ial pulls her against him once more for the fact that the other male had almost taken her, that she’d been touched by another of them despite the assurances that In’irda had given her that she would be protected. Her sky colored gaze darts towards the purple haired Siren standing so complacent by that male’s side, the glazed almost dead look in her eyes frightening Ati’yya somewhere deep down in her core. That female registers nothing… no pain, no joy, no emotion, not even fear, as if she is a mere shell with no substance residing inside. It scares her, looking at that female scares her almost as much as the one who’d attempted to pull her away from Andr’ial does. And as she sinks her adorned body as deeply against the horned man as she can, her gaze catches by his pupiless own and she realizes that he knows it and is taking a twisted form of delight from her fear. She turns her head away as fast as she can while more words are being said, sinking her face against Andr’ial’s chest and closing her eyes in a futile attempt to will the rest of the room gone, so desperately caught up in that want that she does not even realize when Carn’itel and his shell of a fellow Siren have moved away. Ati’yya simply clinging with all of her might to the horned, silver haired man. “I am sorry… Ati’yya.” Andr’ial whispers against adorned blue hair. “I had promised to protect you. That should never have happened and I will see to it that it does not again.” The silver haired man pulls her away from the main hallway, content to spend the rest of the time hidden from view. Those who needed to see he was there have, he has no other obligations until Ati’yya’s formal presentation. He brings his Siren in close keeping her away from those eyes that would harm her and closes his own pupiless gaze to the world. Several minutes pass before the sound of footsteps on marble reaches his ear, white eyes snapping open and he almost growls at the oncoming figures until he realizes who they are. “We cannot stay here. I will not have your father touching her. She is terrified enough.” Hir’itel sighs, tired already from the ordeal. “I saw… believe me, it would make me very happy to be able to kick him out but you know I can’t. He technically owns this land.” He looks over to the golden haired figure at his side. “He’s already threatened to borrow In’irda.” “Then be free of him, I have land, you do not need to subject yourself or her to him.” “You know it’s not that simple. When he dies I’ll be free, until then, I’m his son.” “I can arrange that.” Andr’ial smiles wickedly. “He has already touched Ati’yya, I have no issue taking repayment in his hide.” “Gods, Andr’ial, please. He didn’t do any permanent damage and once the night’s over you’ll be free of him. I don’t want him touching any Siren, let alone In’irda or Ati’yya, but you know I can’t control him.” “Then I have had enough of this night. They are here, present her now, let us leave this place before any permanent damage can be done.” The horned man cradles Ati’yya against him. Hir’itel growls in annoyance at the whole situation. “Fine. Allow In’irda to explain the procedure to her, then I will announce you. Once it’s over slip out the back.” Andr’ial nods, moving further down the hallway with In’irda in tow, opening the door to a nearby sitting room and bringing both Sirens inside. Only when the door has closed does he let Ati’yya free of his arms. Nodding towards In’irda as the gold haired Siren sits down on the plush furniture. I am to explain the proceeding events to you. Your master will be announced then he will bring you out for all to see. An official will verify your brand. It is quick but necessary, then others may wish to speak to him about you. She looks away. I am sorry my previous master touched you, he is very frightening. I have never seen anyone stand up to him as your master did, most fear him as well. He has informed my master he wishes to borrow me for the night, I do not know if it will happen but I am very afraid nonetheless. Tears begin to form in golden eyes. You are very lucky to have a master who can make him go away. She wipes the tears from her eyes and regains her composure. Do you understand what is expected of you? You need simply follow your master. A sort of sympathetic desperation shifts through slitted blue eyes at the yellow haired Siren’s distraught emotion and she suddenly wishes she could reach out and pull In’irda in close, embrace her in understanding for the mere possibility of an ordeal that might come to pass at that other male’s hands. The look of that purple haired female was haunting, the terrifying fear she felt for the meanings behind those hallow eyes still shaking her somewhere deep inside. She does not want the other Siren to be given to that creature, not for a night or a moment or even a minute second of time. She does not want that deadened look to take over the one before her, or to see her become a shell as the other seemed to have become and she fears for In’irda that it might happen should she be given so greatly that she doesn’t know what to do. But none of this can be said to her because her voice is locked behind the binding magic of a scrollwork mask, nothing she could do would be helpful and there is no way for her to comfort someone who has helped her to understand all that she’s come to understand. She can do nothing when she is as they are all to these creatures; simple pets to be bartered and traded and used and sold. So Ati’yya simply lowers her head, her sky blue eyes shutting against the pain in her heart for all that she has seen to nod the smallest of nods that she’s fully understood. Golden eyes look up to Andr’ial but the horned man only looks to Ati’yya with a sadness and anger in himself for subjecting the blue haired Siren to any of it. In’irda motions towards the door and they both stand, moving towards the silver haired man. Andr’ial extends his arms, embracing Ati’yya once more when she willingly goes to him. In’irda simply walks past with her head down, opening the door to indicate to her master that they are ready. Hir’itel moves out into the main hall, calling for everyone’s attention and waiting as they gather around. “We are here to welcome another into privileged ownership. It seems my dear cousin has finally annoyed enough poor fisherman that they agreed to take him out to catch a Siren.” The group laughs mildly as he continues. “And he did catch a beauty… She is newly branded and we ask that an official bear witness that the regulations have been followed.” A graying old man with broken horns nods as he steps forward, ledger in hand. Hir’itel’s blue eyes look over to find Andr’ial standing with Ati’yya in the far entrance, waiting for his call. “Andr’ial please, let everyone see your Ati’yya.” Andr’ial pulls his Siren from his protective grasp, pushing her forward gently and leading her towards the front of the gathered group. A murmur moves through them as they lay their eyes on the beautiful Siren with sky blue hair, many complimenting on what a fine specimen of the species she is and how she would fetch a considerable price on the market. He stands her before them, moving away a few feet to allow them to look, but staying close to protect her from any who would try to touch.
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