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Post by Kriss on Feb 28, 2011 13:17:20 GMT -5
Kriss smiled subconsciously at his words. She could exactly imagine it. Such experiences were not anything strange for her. Not for once, an extreme situation had made her eat rats or roots. She could understand it even better than someone could think. All in all, she came from the lands famous for their severe winters.
"So you should like it." She said and added, "It's the dish of warriors from where I come from"
Indeed, Vikings of Great Fjord consumed it in the enormous dozens. And so had Shaigan, even if he had not been one of them.
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Post by Ziad on Mar 2, 2011 18:02:21 GMT -5
He walked over to the table and sat down. "Doesn´t sound bad," he said, deciding that it wouldn´t hurt his pride to say something somewhat approving. "Where are you from?" He added, shooting her a brief glance, nothing that he actually didn´t know.
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Post by Kriss on Mar 3, 2011 10:53:39 GMT -5
"I'm from the North." Kriss said, without specifying any particular region and wondered whether he did not know it, forgot or had asked just to say something.
"But I'm not a native Norman. That's why I'm not a tall, plump blonde." She added with humor. She had never felt bad with that. She had always liked to be the individualist.
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Post by Ziad on Mar 4, 2011 1:56:15 GMT -5
Ziad stretched his legs, noticing how good it felt after a day on duty and being constantly on his feet. He rose an eyebrow in slight amusement. "So that means you´re not from the north at all then." he said.
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Post by Kriss on Mar 4, 2011 6:22:14 GMT -5
"I was born in one of the northern villages and my mother was a native Norman but my father did not." She explained what she had meant and added, "On the one hand, I miss the North, regard it as my homeland but on the other, I have never found it as my place on earth." She supplemented in this way the answer.
She still was looking for such a place. For sure it was not Basra.
Then Kriss looked at him and asked,
"You don't look like a native Arab, either." She raised her eyebrows and was trying to support her conclusions. "Your height, blue eyes... Since you agreed to come here, I bet that there is not any harem full of wives waiting for you..."
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Post by Ziad on Mar 5, 2011 6:06:17 GMT -5
"My mother is of Roman descent." Ziad replied, pointedly ignoring her perky reference to women. "An unlikely story brought her and my father together, so I have felt home in two cultures all my life. One that I bear loyalty to, and another that is no more than a lost dream of power any more."
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Post by Kriss on Mar 5, 2011 8:33:50 GMT -5
Ironic how much they had in common. There were only two significant differences. Kriss had never felt home in any place and loyalty was something really unknown for her at all.
"Well, so no matter if we want it or not, we have something in common." She said with the shadow of a smile. Then she took the first bite of the fish, wondering whether he was going to take care of her glass as a man or she had to fill it with wine on her own.
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Post by Ziad on Mar 7, 2011 9:30:07 GMT -5
The way he had been raised made it go without saying for Ziad to show manners. It didn´t have anything to do with the fact that she was a woman, nor did he see things like that as means to lower his own status, but when he grabbed the wine and poured her some, it came as a manner of curtesy that he was used to, not to impress her, but because it was what he considered manners.
"Well," he said, moving the wine to help himself to some as well "that´s hardly an argument. If you look long enough you can find similarities everywhere. You even have something in common with a rock if you look hard enough."
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Post by Kriss on Mar 7, 2011 13:05:40 GMT -5
She nodded to thank him when he was pouring the wine. After a short analysis of his words, she replied,
"Yes. That's why many people say that my son looks a lot like me since I can't see the resemblance."
She really had never seen any. His wild glance, the way he moved, it was all Shaigan.
"They see the resemblance becaue they know that I'm his mother and they somehow want to see it."
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Post by Ziad on Mar 7, 2011 15:36:13 GMT -5
Ziad tried a bit of the fish and decided that she apparently didn´t want to poison him with it. He didn´t say that, just thought it to himself with some humour.
"Resemblance isn´t only on looks." he said with half a smile.
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Post by Kriss on Mar 8, 2011 10:17:55 GMT -5
Kriss raised her eyebrows with a little smile, "Was that some suggestion?"
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Post by Ziad on Mar 8, 2011 14:39:58 GMT -5
Ziad took a sip of the wine, replying to her response with nonchalance. "What kind of suggestion would you think I was making?" he asked.
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Post by Kriss on Mar 8, 2011 15:19:17 GMT -5
Throwing a sharp look at him, she asked, "You can see any resemblance to me in Aniel's behavior?"
Honestly, she was simply curious.
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Post by Ziad on Mar 9, 2011 0:42:48 GMT -5
Ziad paused with his eating to give her a look, seeing that she obviously had not latched on to his teasing. "Well..." he said. "both seem to have a tendency to get into trouble." It was a reference to earlier that day when he had snatched the kid at the market.
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Post by Kriss on Mar 9, 2011 6:55:58 GMT -5
This was indeed relevant observation. No one could know if Aniel had inherited it from his mother or from his father or maybe a little bit from the both of them but that was a fact.
"He couldn't be my son without this tendency." she said and added with a confident voice, characteristic for her person, "Good enough that I always find the way out."
The game of appearances was on again. Each of their statements always had a back, a hidden context. He was alert.
For a while some weird reflection emerged in her minds...Has he already gotten to know about the campfire in the woods?
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