The World of Rhune

Zay nearly wanted to shoot himself for letting her get the wrong idea. He could see it in those bright eyes of hers, the worry, as they searched him over looking for much more detail than before. He remained relaxed though, nothing changed to set more alarms off in her head. “Why would that be weird, Hannah? For me not to tell you my life story five minutes after meeting you isn’t uncommon, at least it’s not uncommon here. But then again, you are living in the prince’s guest chambers, so you must be way higher than I am. Still, what are you looking for? I don’t get scrutinized that often, but I do know when I am being searched over.” Zayde’s eyebrow rose at his question, and was happy reading faces was a trait of his. It seemed to be handier than a knife these days. His lips pulled up into the smallest smile, yet nothing close to his normal one. If she’d seen a portrait for some reason, then he wouldn’t want her to relate his smile to any one of those.