WIP Wednesday
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Picking up shortly after Nefiâs woken up after her Arrow Ordeal, but before Isannaâs told her what all happened that night, as it calls for some tea first:
âSo you are an aasimar,â Nefi said when Isanna returned and handed her a mug of fragrant, steaming tea. Their fingers brushed in the exchange, and shy smiles were mirrored on their faces as gold and lilac met. âI thought your hair had a little too much shine to it, but under the scarf, I couldnât be sure. And your eyes⌠unusual. You have aââ she waved one hand vaguely in Isannaâs direction ââgolden look about you.â Her eyes fell upon the inquisitorâs now-visibly-golden lips and lingered there, and a gold-tinted blush bloomed across Isannaâs cheeks, followed by a second, significantly more self-conscious smile. âPerceptive,â Isanna remarked approvingly. Nefiâs eyes widened slightly and sparkled at the praise, and they held each otherâs gaze for a moment before the agent closed her eyes and took a slow, satisfied sip of tea. The warm beverage seemed to soothe her, but when she opened her eyes again, she kept them downcast, directed into the depths of her mug. Isanna watched her expression shift from pensive reflection to grave concern, and it was only once she had started to worry that Nefi lifted her eyes. âNo matter what youâre going to say,â the agent said with a slow solemnity, âI really do owe you my life, donât I?â âYou donât owe me anything,â Isanna assured her, exhaling softly in relief that it hadnât been anything worse.
