Ixora watched as he approached her slowly. His gait was seamless and fluid as water. His movements liquid and languid. Her own steps were graceful, cold-blooded and slow, coupled with the guise of innocence if she were ever able to claim such a trait.
Pearl colored skin and pools of onyx elegantly reflected and threw back the light. Hexam had those eyes, soul searching and heart breaking black. Opaque, ebony enamored orbs. His eyes lacked pupils and made it hard to tell where exactly he was looking. That aspect of him reminded her of Katt as well as the colorless strands of hair he possessed. His hair was like powder, soft and silky, white as snow. It fell over his eyes in wispy locks, reaching a little past his lower back.
?What are the reasons for calling me here so quickly?? He inquired. He spoke with a jilted tongue yet she was almost certain that she could place a hint of concern in his tone. He didn't possess an accent caused by the sea though.
Hexam had never been a ship mate, but one she had worked for in the past and had almost as large an impact on her as Xaphan. The two were brothers even though only shared half their blood. One would never be able to detect any relation between the two if they happened to catch a glimpse of the two. Xaphan's hair was long as well yet it was brown, unkempt and tangled and was always worn underneath a genuine pirate hat. He had also always kept a beard while Hexam didn't. The white haired one would never look decent with facial hair though. Xaphan looked like he had seen many years while Hexam had been beautiful and young for as long as she could remember.
Ixora's thought process had almost caused her to forget the question that she had been directed with. ?That is no matter that you need worry yourself with. I ha'e reasons for requirin' somethin' to busy myself with.? She peered at him closely, taking in the details of his form as though to search for something. ?Do you ha'e my package??
A faintly irate sigh escaped him before calloused hands disappeared underneath charcoal robes and he removed a roll of parchment that was bound with a ribbon and something else that was wrapped inside of deerskin. She took the offered items, tucking them inside the concealed pockets of her sleeveless cloak.
His mouth opened and she watched him curiously for a moment. She could tell he wanted to say something because he was working his jaw. Hexam never held back on anything though which was why it confused her as much as it did.
He reached forward, snagging her chin between his thumb and his index finger and he held it there roughly. "Beware of False Prophets," he began. It was clear to Ixora he was fighting to keep bitterness out of his voice. "...who come unto you in sheep's clothing and inwardly are ravenous wolves." The only connection she could make was the change which she had carefully kept from him. It was inexplicable...
Pearl colored skin and pools of onyx elegantly reflected and threw back the light. Hexam had those eyes, soul searching and heart breaking black. Opaque, ebony enamored orbs. His eyes lacked pupils and made it hard to tell where exactly he was looking. That aspect of him reminded her of Katt as well as the colorless strands of hair he possessed. His hair was like powder, soft and silky, white as snow. It fell over his eyes in wispy locks, reaching a little past his lower back.
?What are the reasons for calling me here so quickly?? He inquired. He spoke with a jilted tongue yet she was almost certain that she could place a hint of concern in his tone. He didn't possess an accent caused by the sea though.
Hexam had never been a ship mate, but one she had worked for in the past and had almost as large an impact on her as Xaphan. The two were brothers even though only shared half their blood. One would never be able to detect any relation between the two if they happened to catch a glimpse of the two. Xaphan's hair was long as well yet it was brown, unkempt and tangled and was always worn underneath a genuine pirate hat. He had also always kept a beard while Hexam didn't. The white haired one would never look decent with facial hair though. Xaphan looked like he had seen many years while Hexam had been beautiful and young for as long as she could remember.
Ixora's thought process had almost caused her to forget the question that she had been directed with. ?That is no matter that you need worry yourself with. I ha'e reasons for requirin' somethin' to busy myself with.? She peered at him closely, taking in the details of his form as though to search for something. ?Do you ha'e my package??
A faintly irate sigh escaped him before calloused hands disappeared underneath charcoal robes and he removed a roll of parchment that was bound with a ribbon and something else that was wrapped inside of deerskin. She took the offered items, tucking them inside the concealed pockets of her sleeveless cloak.
His mouth opened and she watched him curiously for a moment. She could tell he wanted to say something because he was working his jaw. Hexam never held back on anything though which was why it confused her as much as it did.
He reached forward, snagging her chin between his thumb and his index finger and he held it there roughly. "Beware of False Prophets," he began. It was clear to Ixora he was fighting to keep bitterness out of his voice. "...who come unto you in sheep's clothing and inwardly are ravenous wolves." The only connection she could make was the change which she had carefully kept from him. It was inexplicable...