Dareen Kahina
within the eyrie
Dareen had situated herself in the hallway, her eyes looking past the walls and into her own thoughts. Back against the wall, her right index finger began tracing up and down the right side of her tunic, following the pattern on her skin through the fabric. Mikhail was far more verbally hostile towards Xandar than she was from what she gathered before she went inside. The ex-mercenary had to remember her place. As much as it pained her, Xandar could probably kill her and no one would be too sad. Mikhail could afford to be more hostile- afterall he was almost as powerful as Xandar going by jewels alone. Jewels. If only the universe granted power to those who deserved it, rather than those who got lucky. In either case, Dareen would still probably have a yellow, she thought truthfully to herself.
There was a moment of silence. Her eyes eventually fell on the third door. Dusty. Abandoned. Surely not Faeril's bedroom? She imagined one of the two rooms across from her were where Faeril slept/ was sleeping, but the third door looked like it came out of a separate house. Curious indeed. What could it be? A storage room? If it was a guest room, surely Dareen would have been asked to sleep in there, yes? The bedroom she slept in last night was probably Bellinar's. Since she had nothing better to do, she continued to pontificate on the nature of the dusty door across from her. Perhaps it was infested with something. Maybe it was the room of a dead or excommunicated relative. A fourth brother? A sister? An ex-lover of one of those who lived here, perhaps? The history of this Eyrie could be very complicated for all she knew. As her eyes traced the outside, she noticed the wear and tear on the rug. A regular detective, wasn't she? How long was she going to study this damn door for?
As long as she pleased, that was the answer. At least until Mikhail and Xandar became locked in their inevitable battle to the death, or Faeril wakes from her slumber and kills Dareen with a scornful glare. The slight wear could signify the door opened up into the hallway and the rug was damaged because of that. However, all the other doors in the hallway opened inwards. Mystery! She chuckled shortly. It was just a door. If they wanted her out, they would have said so, or locked the door. There was no one around to ask, she was the only one down this corridor at the moment. Looking for something to do, she wrapped her hand around the dull door knob and twisted, pushing her hand inward to investigate what was on the other side of the door.
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