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[#005] Anas (Original)
Theme Prompt: #005 - Minor Characters
Title: Anas
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: I don't know? General? Teen-ish?
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary:A character who was going to be mentioned twice gets a name and a backstory Minor character POV of Stefan catching up with his run-off niece, with said minor character making a simple decision that has a huge impact on the story later.
It had been late in the afternoon when the girl had come through her door. The girl with the strange, reptilian eyes and patches of almost scaly looking skin on her hands. Anas had grown up in the shadows of Suzh Nairh and had scared her friends, and herself, silly with stories about the wyverns who lived at the top and could pass themselves off as humans. Part of her feared that this girl was one of them; the rest of her passed it off as an old lady's superstition.
Anas had run a hostel in Kromnec for twenty years now. It was the closest city to the mountains, and the last real stop before them, the desert to the north, and the sea to the south. She rented out to the caravans from the desert and traders from the west.
Rarely did she meet someone who struck her the way Vedeta did, as if the girl has never seen anything like Kromnec before, as if everything about the city was new to her. She'd accepted her rules easily enough (clean up after yourself, be polite with the other guests, no men in the room alone with her), although her grasp of the common language was spotty and that little communication had taken some time. And then she had spent most of the day sitting in a chair, out of the way, just watching the guests come and go.
Anas had kept one eye on her for the rest of the day. She didn't think the girl was a thief, just a runaway. It wouldn't be the first time a runaway had passed through the city and stayed there for a night or more.
She had been turning the lamps down for the night when a man walked in. He gave her the same sort of feeling Vedeta did. He was tall, very pale with the same blue, almost reptilian, eyes. His hair was longer, touching his shoulders, and so pale it was nearly white.
"Need a room?"
"No, I..." he cleared his throat. "I am looking for a girl."
"This ain't a brothel."
The man frowned and cocked his head slightly. "She is my sister-daughter."
"Uh-huh. What's your niece look like?"
"Her name is Vedeta." He paused. "She is darker than I am."
Anas eyed him for a moment. He was watching her with a very cold expression, his arms bent as though he were planning on putting his hands on his hips but just hadn't gotten there. And he was nodding, well not quite nodding, she realized. More like... bobbing his head slightly. It reminded her of a dominance display of one of the desert lizards the caravans always had with them, and that made her think of wyverns again.
"I don't allow men up in the rooms with women, but if you have a seat." She started toward the staircase and then looked back at him. He hadn't moved but his head was still and he'd lowered his hands. "Who should I tell her is here?"
"Stefan."
He still didn't move and Anas climbed the stairs. She paused before going to the room and looked back down at him. He was still standing, but he was facing away from the rooms, almost pointedly so. She knocked and then waited, expecting a sleepy reply, but the door opened almost immediately. She wore the same long, plain dress she'd arrived in, but she'd uncovered her hair. It was fairly long and golden-brown. Although in places it almost looked more like downy feathers than hair.
"There is a gentleman here to see you."
Vedeta didn't look surprised, she only nodded once.
"He said his name is Stefan."
The girl flinched, nodded again, and shut the door. A moment later, she emerged with the bag she'd come to the hostel with in one hand and the folded scarf in the other. As Anas followed her back down the stairs, she noticed the girl's steps were somewhat uneven, as if walking upright was unusual for her.
Or maybe, she told herself, it's my imagination running overtime.
"I'll just be over here," Anas said, loud enough for Stefan to hear. "Not listening 'less I need to."
The girl didn't speak right off, but set her things on a chair, and then held up her left hand and moved it in slow circles. Anas, who was not hiding the fact that she was watching this, was again reminded of desert lizards. Stefan didn't move, but after a moment he made a quiet, click-like sound.
The girl spoke, and while it wasn't in the common language, it was clearly a question. There was no fear in the words, just resignation. Anas could see that the question irritated Stefan and she tensed, expecting him to react violently. But when he spoke, it was with the same resignation as the girl. They talked for some time, and always in that odd sounding language of theirs.
She tried to keep herself busy, but every time his voice rose, she stopped and started watching them again. When they finally fell silent, the girl rose, gathered her belongings and went back upstairs. She paused at the top and looked down at Stefan, who was again very pointedly not watching her, before disappearing back into her room.
But he didn't rise.
"If you'll not be needing anything else, I'm a bit tired." It was more polite than just telling him to get out.
He didn't answer her, or even act as though he'd heard her, for a few, long moments. He spoke without looking at her when he finally rose. "I will be returning, maybe in three days, maybe in ten. If you do not know me or her at that time, I will... repay that."
He left without another word. She watched out the window after him, watched him walk away in the direction of the mountains and the lightening sky, and resolved not to know him when he returned.
Title: Anas
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: I don't know? General? Teen-ish?
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary:
It had been late in the afternoon when the girl had come through her door. The girl with the strange, reptilian eyes and patches of almost scaly looking skin on her hands. Anas had grown up in the shadows of Suzh Nairh and had scared her friends, and herself, silly with stories about the wyverns who lived at the top and could pass themselves off as humans. Part of her feared that this girl was one of them; the rest of her passed it off as an old lady's superstition.
Anas had run a hostel in Kromnec for twenty years now. It was the closest city to the mountains, and the last real stop before them, the desert to the north, and the sea to the south. She rented out to the caravans from the desert and traders from the west.
Rarely did she meet someone who struck her the way Vedeta did, as if the girl has never seen anything like Kromnec before, as if everything about the city was new to her. She'd accepted her rules easily enough (clean up after yourself, be polite with the other guests, no men in the room alone with her), although her grasp of the common language was spotty and that little communication had taken some time. And then she had spent most of the day sitting in a chair, out of the way, just watching the guests come and go.
Anas had kept one eye on her for the rest of the day. She didn't think the girl was a thief, just a runaway. It wouldn't be the first time a runaway had passed through the city and stayed there for a night or more.
She had been turning the lamps down for the night when a man walked in. He gave her the same sort of feeling Vedeta did. He was tall, very pale with the same blue, almost reptilian, eyes. His hair was longer, touching his shoulders, and so pale it was nearly white.
"Need a room?"
"No, I..." he cleared his throat. "I am looking for a girl."
"This ain't a brothel."
The man frowned and cocked his head slightly. "She is my sister-daughter."
"Uh-huh. What's your niece look like?"
"Her name is Vedeta." He paused. "She is darker than I am."
Anas eyed him for a moment. He was watching her with a very cold expression, his arms bent as though he were planning on putting his hands on his hips but just hadn't gotten there. And he was nodding, well not quite nodding, she realized. More like... bobbing his head slightly. It reminded her of a dominance display of one of the desert lizards the caravans always had with them, and that made her think of wyverns again.
"I don't allow men up in the rooms with women, but if you have a seat." She started toward the staircase and then looked back at him. He hadn't moved but his head was still and he'd lowered his hands. "Who should I tell her is here?"
"Stefan."
He still didn't move and Anas climbed the stairs. She paused before going to the room and looked back down at him. He was still standing, but he was facing away from the rooms, almost pointedly so. She knocked and then waited, expecting a sleepy reply, but the door opened almost immediately. She wore the same long, plain dress she'd arrived in, but she'd uncovered her hair. It was fairly long and golden-brown. Although in places it almost looked more like downy feathers than hair.
"There is a gentleman here to see you."
Vedeta didn't look surprised, she only nodded once.
"He said his name is Stefan."
The girl flinched, nodded again, and shut the door. A moment later, she emerged with the bag she'd come to the hostel with in one hand and the folded scarf in the other. As Anas followed her back down the stairs, she noticed the girl's steps were somewhat uneven, as if walking upright was unusual for her.
Or maybe, she told herself, it's my imagination running overtime.
"I'll just be over here," Anas said, loud enough for Stefan to hear. "Not listening 'less I need to."
The girl didn't speak right off, but set her things on a chair, and then held up her left hand and moved it in slow circles. Anas, who was not hiding the fact that she was watching this, was again reminded of desert lizards. Stefan didn't move, but after a moment he made a quiet, click-like sound.
The girl spoke, and while it wasn't in the common language, it was clearly a question. There was no fear in the words, just resignation. Anas could see that the question irritated Stefan and she tensed, expecting him to react violently. But when he spoke, it was with the same resignation as the girl. They talked for some time, and always in that odd sounding language of theirs.
She tried to keep herself busy, but every time his voice rose, she stopped and started watching them again. When they finally fell silent, the girl rose, gathered her belongings and went back upstairs. She paused at the top and looked down at Stefan, who was again very pointedly not watching her, before disappearing back into her room.
But he didn't rise.
"If you'll not be needing anything else, I'm a bit tired." It was more polite than just telling him to get out.
He didn't answer her, or even act as though he'd heard her, for a few, long moments. He spoke without looking at her when he finally rose. "I will be returning, maybe in three days, maybe in ten. If you do not know me or her at that time, I will... repay that."
He left without another word. She watched out the window after him, watched him walk away in the direction of the mountains and the lightening sky, and resolved not to know him when he returned.