((Originally played out in the Market Place 01-01-2008 @ 4.00 EST))
Izira walked along, keeping a pace that kept her at Alain's side... having been silent since leaving the inn.
Alain walks along with Izira. Once certain they are alone, which he checks with subtle glances over his shoulder every so often and careful listening, he speaks. "So what's on your mind?"
"I want to know if you can take on a case for me. Just you. I... don't want anyone else involved."
"I can do that," he says with surprisingly little hesitation. It's not the first time he's kept Cassie in the dark.
A relieved smile passed across her face. Then vanished again, "I know this might sound... simple? But... I need you to find out what type of being my father was."
He looks at her, and then the road ahead of them, strolling slowly. An outside observer who does not listen would be forced to assume their conversation is casual. "What can you tell me about him?"
"Not a lot. My... mother's husband killed him when he caught them at their affair. My mother knew him as a traveling minstrel... but... " She bit her lower lip, not sure how to explain.
"...A letter might be easier for you to explain things, and I'll be sure to destroy it once I'm done. If you can give me a name, places he used to visit... I'll see what I can piece together about him."
She gave him little nod. "Alain, I have to confess to you... I am more than I appear. It would not be right of me to ask you to do this. Whoever my father was... he was not ordinary, and neither am I. Fire... runs through my veins, my being. And... the path leading to my past has many bodies upon it."
"Izira..." Little tightening of his lips. "It's my job. Now, if I get shot at or nearly blown up, you may incur some nasty fees..." Bit of a teasing grin, though he continues, "...But I'll be careful, just the same." Eyes remain upon her a moment longer than they have to, now curious himself what sort of being she is.
"I will write you a letter." A nod. Perhaps it seemed like she wanted to touch him, but she did not... instead she gave another soft smile, "Enjoy the new year, I guess." And made her way out of the market place.
He looks after her a moment, then ducks his head to light a cigarette... and raises his eyes to watch her leave.
Izira walked along, keeping a pace that kept her at Alain's side... having been silent since leaving the inn.
Alain walks along with Izira. Once certain they are alone, which he checks with subtle glances over his shoulder every so often and careful listening, he speaks. "So what's on your mind?"
"I want to know if you can take on a case for me. Just you. I... don't want anyone else involved."
"I can do that," he says with surprisingly little hesitation. It's not the first time he's kept Cassie in the dark.
A relieved smile passed across her face. Then vanished again, "I know this might sound... simple? But... I need you to find out what type of being my father was."
He looks at her, and then the road ahead of them, strolling slowly. An outside observer who does not listen would be forced to assume their conversation is casual. "What can you tell me about him?"
"Not a lot. My... mother's husband killed him when he caught them at their affair. My mother knew him as a traveling minstrel... but... " She bit her lower lip, not sure how to explain.
"...A letter might be easier for you to explain things, and I'll be sure to destroy it once I'm done. If you can give me a name, places he used to visit... I'll see what I can piece together about him."
She gave him little nod. "Alain, I have to confess to you... I am more than I appear. It would not be right of me to ask you to do this. Whoever my father was... he was not ordinary, and neither am I. Fire... runs through my veins, my being. And... the path leading to my past has many bodies upon it."
"Izira..." Little tightening of his lips. "It's my job. Now, if I get shot at or nearly blown up, you may incur some nasty fees..." Bit of a teasing grin, though he continues, "...But I'll be careful, just the same." Eyes remain upon her a moment longer than they have to, now curious himself what sort of being she is.
"I will write you a letter." A nod. Perhaps it seemed like she wanted to touch him, but she did not... instead she gave another soft smile, "Enjoy the new year, I guess." And made her way out of the market place.
He looks after her a moment, then ducks his head to light a cigarette... and raises his eyes to watch her leave.