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10-14-2016, 01:20 PM
Well, wasn't he just a little charmer?
Vinati's gaze jumped back to the boy in time to see him looking her over appreciatively. She was too young as yet to be made uncomfortable by a kind eye admiring her appearance, and even if the pair was of age, his gaze might not make the girl uncomfortable. There was nothing even remotely lewd or leering, nothing that suggested that he saw her as anything other than a work of art. If she'd stopped to think about it, she might have basked in the irony of it: she was an artist, forever behind the beauty that she presented to the world, and yet here she was being examined liked some life-sized figurine.
Mathèo. She filed the name away for future reference. A small part of her wondered if she might get away with calling him 'Matty,' suddenly shy as she realized that his full name wouldn't sound as lovely in her lackluster voice. "Well, it's lovely to meet you," she chirped diplomatically to cover up her sudden concern, smiling merrily as the talk turned to family. She accepted his explanation of his mother's parenting methods without a second thought. At her age, it was easy to accept new things, even when they were things she didn't understand. Her mother had always been insistent upon raising her, and such a communal method was foreign entirely to the girl. Still, she supposed, Matty would indeed have a large adoptive family!
What she didn't realize is that both of them were practically related to the entire Throat herd by blood. The girl hadn't even met all of her full siblings, much less the half-siblings that seemed to pop up everywhere overnight. Of course, she didn't really know that there were other children from Gaucho who were not from Sohalia, too. Vinati's mother had spared her that little detail, avoiding the topic as much out of her own pain as concern for Vinati's wellbeing. In any case, Mathèo's question didn't strike the girl as strange or out of place; in fact, his explanation made her all the more eager to supply her lineage to the pretty boy.
"My mother is Sohalia, one of the herd's Artisans. I'm sure you'll have seen her, at least - she's usually by the church these days, or at the oasis." The girl almost mentioned how down her mother had seemed in the short time since her father's death, but thought the better of it. "My father is - was," she corrected herself, wilting ever-so-slightly, "Gaucho the Wildfire. But he's... he died, so I don't suppose you'll know him."
Talk.
Vinati's gaze jumped back to the boy in time to see him looking her over appreciatively. She was too young as yet to be made uncomfortable by a kind eye admiring her appearance, and even if the pair was of age, his gaze might not make the girl uncomfortable. There was nothing even remotely lewd or leering, nothing that suggested that he saw her as anything other than a work of art. If she'd stopped to think about it, she might have basked in the irony of it: she was an artist, forever behind the beauty that she presented to the world, and yet here she was being examined liked some life-sized figurine.
Mathèo. She filed the name away for future reference. A small part of her wondered if she might get away with calling him 'Matty,' suddenly shy as she realized that his full name wouldn't sound as lovely in her lackluster voice. "Well, it's lovely to meet you," she chirped diplomatically to cover up her sudden concern, smiling merrily as the talk turned to family. She accepted his explanation of his mother's parenting methods without a second thought. At her age, it was easy to accept new things, even when they were things she didn't understand. Her mother had always been insistent upon raising her, and such a communal method was foreign entirely to the girl. Still, she supposed, Matty would indeed have a large adoptive family!
What she didn't realize is that both of them were practically related to the entire Throat herd by blood. The girl hadn't even met all of her full siblings, much less the half-siblings that seemed to pop up everywhere overnight. Of course, she didn't really know that there were other children from Gaucho who were not from Sohalia, too. Vinati's mother had spared her that little detail, avoiding the topic as much out of her own pain as concern for Vinati's wellbeing. In any case, Mathèo's question didn't strike the girl as strange or out of place; in fact, his explanation made her all the more eager to supply her lineage to the pretty boy.
"My mother is Sohalia, one of the herd's Artisans. I'm sure you'll have seen her, at least - she's usually by the church these days, or at the oasis." The girl almost mentioned how down her mother had seemed in the short time since her father's death, but thought the better of it. "My father is - was," she corrected herself, wilting ever-so-slightly, "Gaucho the Wildfire. But he's... he died, so I don't suppose you'll know him."
Talk.
@Mathèo - do you think Gaucho's ghost would hang around Thèo?
