[Koltira listens very carefully, sitting statue-still throughout Bariyan's talk. He doesn't raise his drink to his lips, nor shift his limbs, nor move his gaze from one point to another. The sole movement is his ears--an involuntary pricking forward, suggesting the intensity of his focus.
He draws conclusions about what Bariyan tells him--that e Kodhi refers to birthplace, clearly. That Bariyan came from a desert.
That centuries, apparently, have passed between his birth and now. It's all very interesting. But more importantly, it's information. He doesn't intend to press for anything else. Bariyan's discomfort is obvious, and making him uncomfortable isn't Koltira's intent.
He smiles, genuinely, and it brings a strange warmth to his features, creates an echo of his friendly, gregarious, living self.]
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He draws conclusions about what Bariyan tells him--that e Kodhi refers to birthplace, clearly. That Bariyan came from a desert.
That centuries, apparently, have passed between his birth and now. It's all very interesting. But more importantly, it's information. He doesn't intend to press for anything else. Bariyan's discomfort is obvious, and making him uncomfortable isn't Koltira's intent.
He smiles, genuinely, and it brings a strange warmth to his features, creates an echo of his friendly, gregarious, living self.]
Thank you. That will do.