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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2012 19:56:47 GMT -5
The room had fallen silent, but it wasn't uncomfortable by any means. As Zahira smiled warmly as Victor claimed the seat she had kindly offered. Casually Zahira crossed her legs beneath the table. Her hands gently shifted the purple fabric of her skirt and patted it back into position. There was a faint coolness to her toes and the beginning of her legs, but Zahira wasn't cold. In fact rather warm. With the faint swing of her chair, but Zahira remained present. Adding addition to her smile as Victor spoke about this state, Zahira was yet too see. The look she could tell, it wasn't something he had thought about and honestly Zahira wouldn't think she have a better answer had it been about Egypt. Its just something you know. "Why did you leave it?" Zahira asked simply, from the sounds now and everything so far she had heard, he seemed still fond of where he came from. Then the same could be asked for her as she timidly smiled at the thought, but certainly his reasons weren't exactly like hers. Maybe a change was all anyone needed. Looked over Victor interestingly as he mentioned his father's side of the family. It brought a soft colour to her cheeks to hear the simple fond things. Though it made her peak up to another curious thought. "What about your mother's side?" Zahira curiously asked, kindly of course. Somehow she was interested. Wanting to know. Given she didn't have any memories in regards to her own family, not since they died. It mostly felt like it was another life and perhaps it was. Being so close to death. So far gone. It felt like she had. This was all so many years ago. What ever it was, she was alive now.
The funnier thing was though Victor was running into women. Zahira had left. In ways to escape. To start somewhere new away from the charmer and the faint shadows of that past that still loomed in some corners. Of course she was much wiser now. Stronger. She was no longer the young girl, but who knew. The heart was a funny thing. If played down, Zahira could come victim to the dangerous charms. Anyone could be easily fooled. Of course not that Zahira would expect it of Victor. Zahira wasn't exactly the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. She didn't expect the looks. The inspects as if there was more than meets the eye. If someone didn't see the monster, they'd hardly see her. After all who wanted to play with snakes. Her guard had greatly softened as Victor opened up about the murder of his uncle. It was defiantly something real. This wasn't two monsters. This was two humans. Was he all her eyes could see? As she found the initial draw towards him, but it wasn't so much charm. It was the understanding. Not so much the feeling of running away, but running forwards. As her eyes showed the pain for his uncle, what he had experienced. "He sounds like he was a good man. Brave… I'm sorry… It's a horrible thing… I don't think there is ever a good way to find out or that is easy… Even being there… I… Mostly seems like a dream for me… A nightmare." Zahira's eyes frowned as she recalled the night her parents were killed as it too easily flashed in her mind. From what she could remember. It was defiantly not a dream. Not one she would wish upon anyone. Not really realising she had said it so out right, just happened because deep down she wanted to. As she sat back in her chair. Her eyes not really centred. Neither was easy. Being there. Seeing it or hearing about it. There was always that empty feeling. The loss. Not that one couldn't move on, but you don't simply forget.
As if realising and instinctually trying to back away. Zahira was sure she hadn't said to much. As her eyes played back to Victor, but very much looking else where as if she hadn't said anything into great detail. Not that she couldn't talk about it, but it never happened so easily with someone else or really anyone else. As Zahira half smiled as to why she felt the pull to do it now. Getting back to her feet. To get some water. Right. How rude of her? As Zahira politely smiled to Victor. "Oh I'm sorry, Victor. Would like something to drink? Tea, Coffee. Water?" Zahira kindly offered to Victor, as Zahira walked over to the small little area. Mostly for occasion like this when she had a visitor. It didn't happen as often, but preparation so too speak. As began filling a glass for herself. Not that she was avoiding. There was every chance now Victor would ask and Zahira wouldn't stop him. It just wasn't normal for her to just meet someone and just straight up say 'I watched my parents get killed.'
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2012 11:22:08 GMT -5
When Zahira asked why he had left Texas he inhaled through his nose as he thought back. "I sorta promised my uncle that I'd get a good job somewhere and history was my strong point so I went with teaching here. But I guess another part of it might just be I got restless." He said as he thought back to it all. If he had to guess it was mostly being restless that drove him to leave his home state.
Victor's tone changed slightly. Not much but it turned to a more up beat tone when she asked about his mother's side of the family. "Germany." He said looking at her as he spoke. "I've got German on my mom's side and Cajun on my father's side." He said counting off the two on his fingers.
When she offered a comment about his uncle he nodded slightly "Yeah" He muttered softly. To him it felt worse due to the fact that he wasn't there when it happened. If he could have been there then at least he could have tried to help his father out somehow. It was something that would on occasion come back into his thoughts and would linger there for days on end. He just couldn't help the feeling that if he was there he could possibly have changed things. And not necessarily there in the exact spot it had happened. But maybe he could have talked to him face to face instead of on the phone the day it happened.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Zahira speak. "I'll take some water please." He said standing up and holding his fedora in front of him. And there was another reason he was missing Lupin. At this moment Lupin could tell him what to do. Then it registered in his head what Zahira said about her parents dying. Victor paused for a second and considered asking her. "If its not to rough of a memory may I ask what happened?" He asked politely not wanting to force any harsh memories back to the surface for her. Though he had a feeling that the current topic of conversation might have done that already.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2012 3:32:58 GMT -5
There was that pause of thought. Zahira could see. Surely this was comfortable conversation. She may not have the social experience as some, but she did know how to communicate. At least she thought. The so called connecting with someone hadn't really been a joyful ride, not nearing the end. In the midst it was like a wild whirlwind that seemed unable to be destroyed. It was false. Lies… Zahira did smile as though Victor seemed all but truthful. Something. "Same… I mean about feeling restless… I needed a change!" Zahira kindly responded as if she could begin to know the feeling. As Zahira said she meant about the restless part. It was defiantly a need for change. There was maybe some promises towards her family, but none so directly as she imagined Victor's had been. Zahira defiantly wanted to know more. Really what secrets laid in Gotham. What was here? Besides this consuming feeling of peace. Or at least the approaching kind. "That's not to say it isn't in our hearts!" Zahira then openly commented with a warmer smile and half a wink. As even though they were away from where they grew up. Knew. The familiarity. It didn't mean it wasn't still with them in some way.
It had seemed the natural and right thing to ask. Partially Zahira was wanting to know. As her brown eyes shined warmly at him as he seemed all too happy to talk about it. Was this maybe what it was to make conversation? Zahira smiled to herself. As she heard the mention of Germany and Cajun. Zahira leaned a little in her seating as though to stare at him closer, but it was only more a millimetre of a second. "Oh… I can defiantly see it… My… Father always spoke of warm memories of Germany… Mostly ghost stories I suppose!" Zahira warmly laughed ever so slightly, but it was just a warm breath for now. As she smiled softly. As if she could tell? It didn't matter so much. As she managed too mention something real about her own parents. Or at least her father. Of what seemed more like fictional stories of the places he had seen and visited. Zahira certainly had the adventurous gene. That made her curious. To see the world. "Do you know what region?" Zahira asked kindly as she sat back seemingly more comfortable with a smile.
Before there was that kind of sunken moment. Victor had felt it. Zahira could kind of tell. In regard to murders. Of those they loved. Of family. There really was no good way to find out or too take it in. It was still a robbery of life. One that could change so much. There was only so many paths when you wake up only half of who you were prior. There was little Zahira could say. Victor had said it simple in his simple word. There was that something. Because Zahira knew it herself, of how it can comes randomly back to your mind. Really it never goes away, but sure the times you remember it more than others. Doesn't mean you don't move on, just don't ever forget. Zahira could already know there would have been little Victor could have done to stop it. It had all been a blur to her. She was also very young. What child expects to be faced with the murder of their parents? With the closeness of things she hadn't so much shared with a stranger before. Zahira had slipped from her chair. Too her feet. It was too uncomfortable sitting there, with the pit in her stomach. Movement helped.
As Zahira made little eye contact, but certainly enough to hear his request. As her eyes did manage to catch as he also got to his feet and held to his Fedora. Right there. Zahira knew he had noticed… As Zahira distracted herself with filling the glasses with water at the little station in her office. The bubbly sound was almost sooth to settle her mind. A moment to breathe. This stuff is gonna happen eventually. The serpent didn't always run away so easily, but it was natural for it to be timid. People wanted to hurt it. Be rid of it. Whether they were afraid or didn't understand it. What harm would come? Zahira asked calming herself as took the cups in hand and turned to Victor. Taking in his question. Just taking time. As Zahira closed the space enough to hand him a cup. "Here you go, Victor!" Zahira spoke simply and kind, her hand shook a little. Before retreating enough back towards her chair. Taking that long sip. Pause. As her hand rest upon the back of her chair. Nails barely dug in. Her chest had that tightened feeling with the disruption of her heart. It felt heavy. Zahira could only open the door so much. Slowly. The words came. "Like with your uncle… My parents, they were also murdered!" Zahira spoke as her hand slide around before reclaiming her seating. Putting the cup on the table. It was defiantly a different feeling. Not exactly wanting anything from saying this. As Zahira finally looked to Victor. "Most of it is flashes to me…" Zahira then added as if her eyes faintly hinted some of it she was seeing in her mind, but unable to really grasp it before everything had gone black and she was assumed to be dead.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2012 14:31:13 GMT -5
Victor nodded scrunching up his nose slightly as he agreed. "I think its just part of the human spirit. Ya know wanting to get out there." When she commented on their home lands still being in their hearts Victor chuckled and stroked his chin. "There's a saying out there.... How does it go?" He said as he thought. he snapped his fingers as he remembered "You can take the Texan out of Texas but you can't take Texas out of the Texan. I think that applies to all of us." He said with a slight chuckle.
Victor raised an eyebrow when she mentioned her father having told stories of Germany. "So he went to Germany? I've never been there in person but it sure feels like I have with all the books I've read." He said looking at Zahira in a kind friendly manner. Yes he thought she was an attractive woman but there was also something strange about her. But it was a good kind of strange. The strange that simply set people apart from the rest of the human population. "She came from the Rhine-Hesse region of Germany." He said leaning forward in the seat.
Victor took the water politely and noticed her change in mood. He simply kept quiet not wanting to intrude on her thoughts. Not wanting to seem like he was going to force her. Just before he could tell her that she didn't have to talk about it if she didn't want to. But then she spoke. Victor didn't sit down as she remained standing as she did. When she sat down Victor remained standing for just a few seconds longer before he sat back down. "I'm sorry. I didn't witness my uncle's death. I just heard about it on the phone. I think you had it worse." He said kindly in an attempt to console her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2012 6:41:02 GMT -5
That was one way of looking at it, for sure. As Zahira lavished quietly over Victor's words. Of getting out there. As her fingers gently rattled a quiet sound upon the paper work upon her desk, before stopping before it would become annoying even for her and steadied her glasses as if it were natural. "You maybe right, Victor. Who knows what we might miss!" Zahira agreed with the warmth of her smile and the glimmer within her dark eyes. Life was a funny and wondrous thing. Scary at times, but wondrous. There was little one could do if they just watched it go by. Little Zahira could do from her couch. A snake could adapt. Zahira's smile kindly did show her teeth with a soft chuckle of her own and could relate to what Victor had said said. There was a lifetime of memories with her and reminders around her daily. "And no matter where, the stars will follow!" Zahira added calmly as her eyes had trailed down, before appearing subtly through her lashes and smiled as if someone had once whispered that in her ear. Before looking off again randomly. Collecting some paper work and piled them neatly to the a side. Stars also held a great purpose within the ancient egyptian culture. It was a wonder to look up as see what they had seen. So many lives before there own.
At Victor's reaction to Zahira mentioning her own little connection with Germany, well through her father. Zahira timidly smiled, this wasn't common. To find such common ground. The funniest thing was, she didn't remember everything, but defiantly most of it. It was the mystery of it all and feeling your father was extremely important. Then most saw the hero in their fathers, only then she didn't know how right she was. "I believe it was in the late 80s…" Zahira loosely said as she tried to recall exactly when it was. Least that she had known about. His travelling was so common, it was just the norm at times. Of course her father hadn't exactly told her everything why he was there, mostly about the culture and the friendly people he had met along the way. "I've not been myself, but my father. He had a knack for travelling the world, he'd always bring something home… I do have a soft spot for Beethoven…" This was the first time Zahira had stepped out of Egypt, but she had heard enough stories from her father. As Zahira trailed on subtly, where it felt comfortable and Zahira was quite happy to tell him. As with the look in her eyes expressed how her father was the adventurous type. Surely that was a natural thing, least it seemed normal as a child. Eyes played with fond little memories and the little treasures he did bring back. It wasn't just Ancient Egyptian influences. Sure there was the history he brought, but also the culture. Music. Theatre. Books. Even food. As Zahira look back to Victor as she mentioned her soft spot, which wasn't exactly exposing a weakness she was sure. At least not one that could harm her. Just as she was playing over the little treasure, she recalled one of the books was in this very room. Not of history. "Oh wait, I do believe I have..." As Zahira stood and moved to a bookcase. Running her fingers along a couple of the books, before landing on one and pulled it out. Returning to the desk. Zahira kindly passed Victor the book A very old book. It showed it clearly. Especially along the spine. Before reclaiming the seat. "Someone gifted this to my father, it is a rare copy. I have fond memories of my father reading the tales to me… I do believe my father travelled through that region, before he ended up in Berlin. " Zahira sweetly showed Victor, there was the word Grimm upon the book. It had been a special edition from many decades ago. How long it was hard to say, but the treasure it held was the tales within. Which she kept in reach. Nodding softly as Zahira could recall something familiar to the regions Victor had mentioned, before her father had ended up in Berlin. Which there was maybe hints as to partially why he was there, the parts Zahira had least known about...
There was that almost crippling silence. As Zahira had managed to pass Victor the water and she finally found a breath, before regaining her seating once again… It defiantly was an interesting feeling. As her brown eyes looked up to where Victor stood. Still stood. How was one really meant to say it right? How was one meant to take it in? It wasn't something that completely crippled her. She was still here, but wasn't completely easy either. As Zahira heard the sympathy within his words. His voice. "I appreciate that, thank-you! It was a long time ago… A loss is still a loss Victor. Is there really a worse way?" Zahira politely thanked him for his words and apparent kindness. It was expected, but certainly wasn't bad to hear still. It was a lifetime it seemed. Around when she was 12. It seemed rather normal to say she had been mostly on her own. Besides her guardian, she had been alone. As it was the natural way for a snake. Though she had to question, was there a worse way for something like this to happen and it to effect your life. For the night her parents were killed, was the night Zahira changed and took another's life. It seemed an excuse to say it was an accident… Though supposedly had Zahira not been there, she probably would have still been bitten and her destiny as she knew it now would have still come to pass. It would change the main fact her parents were dead. No matter where she was when it happened. "Did you want more help in what to choose?" As Zahira not on great purpose to change the subject, as Zahira asked in regards to the dvds and the reason they had come to her office in the first place. Not that she wasn't enjoying his company. Maybe enjoying it a little too much. Smiling softly, not trying to rush him, but so she could help if he wasn't sure and it was up to Zahira to know. At least about ancient Egypt.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 15:38:07 GMT -5
Victor nodded at her comment about missing off. "Yes if it weren't for the want to go off and see things then we might not be living in the same world we do today." He said then laughed at her comment about the stars following. "Well I've only got one big one that follows me." He said referring to the Lone Star of Texas. After all what was the point of being from some place in particular if you couldn't joke around about it ever once and a while.
When she mentioned her father going to German in the 80s. " The Cold War eh? Part of me wishes I could have seen what it was like there at the time. But then again seeing where I'm from and all I wouldn't want to go to East Germany. Or at least as it was at the time." He said. Now of course there wouldn't be a problem. Seeing as its all now one big Germany. He looked at the book Zahira had handed out to him and looked at the cover. "Ah the Grimm tales." He said looking at it. He looked up at Zahira with a friendly smile.
Victor looked at Zahira and listened to her speak about her parents. "Yeah there really isn't a way for it to get easier." He said looking at her softly. "I usually try to keep myself optimistic." He said as if that would help. He wasn't sure what else to say. "I don't think so." He said after a few seconds thought when she asked if there was anything else he needed help with.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2012 14:48:26 GMT -5
The tone was more than mild. It was rather insightful. With water in hand to help sooth Zahira's mind along with Victor's, but right now intended more the bringing of her smile. It was funny how people can connect from completely different parts of the world. There maybe so much that separates them, but the smallest common detail, could link them forever. Who could tell? What really was forever? And, hell in this world was Zahira meant to know where her destiny would really take her too. Listening to Victor speak there was just something comforting and partially that part Zahira wasn't exactly used to. Though at some point one did have to take a little leap of faith. Casually crossed her legs beneath her desk, with the faint movement of her deep purple skirt and ran her hand through her hair, feeling homely a little more. "Evolution is change! Here, I thought I was the only old soul!" Zahira spoke kindly settling her glasses before offering a simple wink to the way it did sound between their conversation, it was like two old souls coming together. As Zahira had lightly pointed out. Well... Until Victor laughed about a star that followed him. Zahira smiled she was sure there was something he knew that she didn't as she looked to him questionably, though part playfully to be noted. "You mean the north star?" Zahira questioned mildly given that star generally was following everyone at some point and smiled sweetly to him behind her desk.
It had been many lifetimes ago or so it seemed, when her father sat her down from time to time through her childhood and elaborated about his many adventures. That seemed more fiction, but as Zahira grew up things seemed to fit a little better, but really how do you explain to a child the life of a vigilante? As Zahira could catch the familiar fascinations in Victor, though perhaps more personal in regards to Germany and the mention of the cold war, Zahira nodded faintly... "He was there partially with the peaceful revolution... My father did say though it was beautiful despite the surrounding chaos. He also used to say words can only describe so much, to really see a place you need all your five senses... You might not know what you might uncover... So maybe one day you'll see Germany." Zahira explained mildly of the reasons her father was there, as she smiled sweetly between simple sips of her water of small things her father would say. Though the stories he did tell you were defiantly close to being there, but nothing beat standing among the places for real. Not to mention all the hidden goodies, Zahira happily spoke of well least in her dealings with something as vast as ancient Egypt and was confident if Victor wanted to go to Germany, he would go someday. "Here's to Germany?" Zahira offered the toast to his hopes to one day see it and moved her glass up, over to hopefully reach his. "Do you know them? Do you have a favorite?" Zahira asked curiously. This was her hint of being a little nosy, but really did something as simple as this explain an entire person. Zahira returned with her own rather warm smile that added some colour to her darkened skin.
The mood had dropped mildly, but it seemed not to ways of being intimate, but the feeling of familiar company. As they expressed their loses. The murder. The look in his eyes and Zahira knew it wouldn't leave him anytime quicker than it would for her. Her eyes had shifted momentarily to her lap, the exposure was defiantly something to take. To feel, but as Victor spoke of being optimistic. In ways to move on, Zahira smiled more vividly even at the brink to express a soft warm laugh from her lips. "That is all we can do... Is try!!! It's the circle of life!" Zahira spoke positively in response to Victor, that was the evident thing to do was to try. It wasn't so easy to flick a switch and everything be settled, but one had to continue to move forward. To try this thing called life, rather than think only of death, eventually it would all meet together in the circle. Zahira mildly and slightly amusingly quoting the Lion King, but it was true... Zahira looked around momentarily as Victor responded he wasn't sure if there was anymore he needed, but Zahira didn't want to push him out the door yet and especially not if he wasn't sure. The world of Ancient Egypt was a very vast and complex one, but it had simpler parts. As her brown eyes scaled her shelves for clues and the Grimm tales in his hand. "Have you heard of the Tale of the Two Brothers?" Zahira asked curiously, she was sure he knew of the famous tale from the brothers Grimm, but perhaps not the one from Ancient Egypt. Thinking that might be something that may interest his class and motions from her chair. To one of her shelves. The mild chill of the air tingles up her bare lower legs and up gently her purple skirt. Her black hair long down the back of her white blouse. Carefully running her finger over them looking until her finger stops and pulls the dvd out. Looking over it as Zahira returns to her seat.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2012 12:44:52 GMT -5
Victor grinned and shook his head slightly when Zahira asked about the star that followed him. "Not quite. Texas has one star on its flag and it a point of pride for the state. I still haven't found out why despite living there for so long." He said in the same tone he would often use as he was teaching. When she commented about him seeing Germany he nodded. He would love to go to one of the countries that his family came from. Even if he had been in the United States all his life. And it didn't hurt that his love of history would be going crazy Germany.
He raised his glass into the air next to hers. "To Germany." Then he chuckled. "Now if this was World War Two I would be in serious trouble if someone heard that and took it the wrong way." He said with a small smile. When she asked if he had a favorite of the Grimm tales he squinted his right eye in thought. He eventually nodded. "I've always enjoyed Little Red Riding Hood." He said smiling at the irony that the werewolf loved the story that had the wolf in it.
"Yeah the circle of life can be hard at times but not always." He said thinking back to having lost his uncle. "I never really got to know my parents so I didn't really mourn them for to long. And my uncle..... Well he would probably have scolded me for crying about it for so long. But it did take a long time for me to get over it." He paused for a second. "Though sometimes I find that sometimes something comes along to fill in the void. that is left." He said slightly lost in his memories. He tilted his head to the right slightly as he squinted his right eye. "I don't know off hand if I've heard of that one. I might have heard it just under a different name." He said looking at her as she sat back down behind her desk. "It'll probably be neat to show the class. Though I might have to learn about it first." He added with a slight grin.
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There was a little more stretching back into her chair, but Zahira was more than just aware. He was still much a stranger, but perhaps a little more at this point. It usually wasn't this quick nor this comforting to have enlighten upon their rather darker pasts involving the deaths in the family. Then Zahira still wasn't up to just talking so freely. Who knows? He might just be a charmer, but the smell it… The scent was off, but Zahira had only the confidence that she might be able to distinguish it. With a little added adjustment to her glasses upon the frame of her nose. Zahira was intrigued by what he had to say about this Lone Star. That wasn't the north star… More importantly wasn't a star as at all? Well it would be foolish to proclaim Texas had a great claim to a star, most of the stars were a lot older than Texas. She looked over him intently as he wasn't sure the reasoning for it. Zahira wasn't in the great knowledge realm of Texas, but she gathered if it wasn't an actual star, it was a form of symbolism. Zahira's eyes trailed a little in thought as if she was also interested in the real reason and meaning. "To picture a star on it's own, I would believe its to show independence or to reflect a past independence." Zahira spoke mostly from her thoughts. As if she knew the answer? Zahira smiled simply as her brown eyes met his. It seemed the more logical guess in her mind at least.
There was no doubting it. Zahira smiled it seemed so odd that funny little connection and she could almost see Germany in Victor's heart. It glimmered at the surface in his eyes and there was an added warmth to his scent. It was kind of that thing where you can't exact say why you adore something, but only that you do. Sure there were some easy answers to why, but not the ultimate question. It was just something that is. Zahira could give plenty of answers in her adoration for Ancient Egypt, but nothing seemed to be enough. It was just a part of her at this point. That and she grew up around it. So there was no hesitation in raising her glass and made that small clink sound as they touched. Smiled earnestly as Victor chuckled and mentioned the world war two, Zahira lightly shook her in the jest of it all. It would have been an interesting had this been those days and them raising a glass for Germany within the United States. "A lone Texan and an Egyptian, wouldn't have raised the alarms? I can say it was quite shameful how Ancient Egypt was misused to try and fit it through the lens of nazism, but we are far past those days. " Zahira then questioned lightly, given even if they were in Germany then it would have raised just as much questions. Not just because they neither had the idealistic look, Zahira being the key one in that. In speaking of it, Zahira couldn't help but be reminded of how the nazis tried to pull Ancient Egypt into what they were doing and their belief system. It was not just misused, it was completely twisted when neither really co-inside. It was a great deal of disrespect. For one slavery wasn't as many belief it was in Ancient Egypt. The discovery of their burials, with respect was clearly one difference. It was strength within that world that world war two didn't taint Ancient Egypt. As Zahira made the remark, she didn't linger to say that they were far gone from that brutal era, but naturally Germany can't be summed up by the idealistic desires of one man and his followers. Zahira could raise her glass to their downfall as well, Germany as well as the world finally got some peace, but there would always be the lasting reminders. The scars as it were. Zahira then took a good sip from her glass. Yes, that defiantly made this moment smoother. "That is a good tale. I always saw it as not to judge the book by its cover. That and to be cautious in this world… Naturally when you have wolves in disguise… I favour most of the tales, but The White Snake has always been a dear one to me…" Zahira politely spoke favouring Victor's choice, before adding the book cover analogy. It seemed to fit rather well with that tale Zahira added a short smile, before her mind went a little further than just that. About it also meaning to be cautious of those around you, most likely in those days a way to tell children not to talk to strangers. It really couldn't be more true, in a larger sense. Zahira knew how easily one can be tricked into such false intentions and facades of someone. Adding an intent smile, as it seemed rather truthful despite the amusing tone she added to the many wolves in this world. Her eyes lingered upon Victor at that point, before returning to the more central gentle gaze as Zahira mentioned her favour to the tales and to a certain one she was probably more fond of, but it could depend on what kind of day she had. Mostly recalled her Father telling her this tale, with more precise clarity.
Along with Victor's word about life. Zahira nodded along. It wasn't so hard. It was life it would always find a balance or a way to turn around, but it also found a way to throw curve balls in your wake. Life would rather be dull if it didn't have its challenges, but as Victor spoke of his own parents. Which such a uncertain way and the fact he was revealing what he felt, but part of him showing guilt for it? Zahira didn't know his uncle, but really? I mean sure one has to move on, but one cannot so simply forget their family. She half looked over him as he stated it took him a long time and part of read that as lie. Just the pain just wasn't consuming him, but Zahira didn't believe that he no longer missed them. "They will always be apart of you… There is nothing wrong in missing them. They did give us life.. To move on isn't forgetting, it's simply living…" It wasn't so much in a great leap of thought, more the leap of instinct as Zahira reached a hand calmly over the table and moved to take a hold of his hand. As if in a small token. A caring gesture. Not just of sympathy, but mostly in comfort. Trying to assure him that the things he was felt so strongly and yet he was trying to be sting in a way it didn't really mattered. But it did matter. It all mattered. Death was just another journey of life. Life of which she knew her parents had given her. Twice if any. Her life was saved. Sparred. It wouldn't do it all justice if she was just to sit about and stay in mourning, but she wouldn't forget. Not where she had come from. What inlaid what was most important to her. That was when in the silence she noted her gesture of her hand, that quick jolt of her timidness shot through, her eyes looking to it with caution, but ultimately Zahira didn't pull away. She had meant it… "It is an intriguing tale, but when your dealing with tales from Ancient Egypt. It can be a little tricky to really determine if something is just a tale or if it has real elements of events… I'm not sure you would know of it by another name, not to be confused with the Brothers Grimm's own tale of Two Brothers. It is quite. Quite different." Zahira openly praised the tale. Then she adore most of what was in and around Ancient Egypt, but there was always something interesting about tales that were rather before so many tales after its time. Of course Zahira had to add it can be tricky to really analyse a tale, given it can be questionable as to how fictional they can be or if it has historical elements in it. There was no other name least that Zahira could think of that it would been better known as unless he was confusing with the Grimm tale. Which was also a good tale in its own, just vastly different. Zahira smiled making that point. "But it is an significant tale to the ancient Egyptian culture. One being kinship. The tale centers around the two brothers; Anubis and his younger brother Bata. Bata rejects Anubis's wife's attempt to seduce him, but she tells Anubis that Bata tried to seduce her. Causing Anubis to attempt to kill Bata. Who flees, before finally abled to tell his side of the story and well you're going to have to see it to find the rest out.. But there a lot references in the tale, particularly several about the separation of Egypt into two lands. Well known as Lower Egypt and Upper Egypt. Also the uniqueness of Bata himself." Zahira spoke in relative detail as she had taken from her seating to acquire the dvd from the shelve, shortly before returning to her seating and now passing the dvd to him. Tales were a good way to showcase certain cultures, like she had said was difficult to say whether it contained true events, but there were defiantly a lot of keys into the ancient culture. Zahira spoke a little about the tale, least how it starts, but noting she would be here for a while if she exploited the tale too much, it was perhaps best for him to see it… Or read about it himself. So not to spoil it for him, but she was sure it would defiantly help showing this to his class. To be fair there was a lot of things that would be good, but these were good starts.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 22:01:16 GMT -5
Victor smiled at her comment about a lone star making her think of independence and chuckled slightly as he leaned forward in his seat. "Well you see. Texas used to be its own country." He said feeling the eagerness he felt about this fact come up. "So in a way you're right." Victor tilted his head to the right at her comment and squinted slightly. " Well in WWII Texas was a state and Egypt was an ally. So we might confuse people. But not get arrested as spies." He said good naturedly. Victor smiled about the book analogy. "I always saw it as don't talk to strangers"
He looked up at her as she spoke about there being nothing wrong with missing his parents. "I never really knew them. But I guess there is a part of me that might miss them. Its my uncle that I really miss." He said remembering the way he and his uncle got along
At her comment about tales from Ancient Egypt he couldn't help but chuckle. "Zahira." He said leaning forward slightly with a playful smile. "I'm Texan. We're known for tall tales." he commented showing that it wasn't just Ancient Egypt that was known for stories.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 6:16:42 GMT -5
There was sure added comfort every time, Victor smiled. Even chuckled. Human interaction wasn't new, but it wasn't entirely common for her. Least not the personal side. Usually business was involved and for the most part this still was, only a little more. Zahira still remained a little guarded. As for Texas, it was one of those places. Those names that get thrown around. Not uncommonly heard, but never with great detail. Oddly just the impression of a lot of cactus', but Zahira was sure there was a lot more to it. As she had come to hear of it so far. "Really? I did not know that… Does it still have that vibe? I always had the laid back impression…" Zahira questioned mildly, more out of the fact she really hadn't been aware of that. With added hint of her smile as from the eagerness. She could see the pride in that fact for him. It was certainly touching. Brown eyes vaguely wandered before she had curiously asked if it had it still had that vibe. Before commenting simply, not that she could say to detail, just from the outside looking in. "Somehow I don't think it be much different now." Zahira spoke lightly. Not so much directly in response to Victor saying they would confuse people, but Zahira didn't enlighten on what she entirely meant by her words. She was use to it. Its what happens when you have something, that is hard to understand. Zahira nodded to Victor's point of view. "Well, i think we broke that rule!" Zahira joked lightly, drawing the fact they were talking. Raising her glass up a little in gesture before another sip, as if another thing to toast to.
Loss was that a loss. It was different from person to person. Every situation was different, but it was a loss of someone a part of you whether you knew them or not. especially when it came to a parent or his case both. Just as it was for Zahira. There was no real way of saying what was worse. Knowing her parents or not knowing… But there was a difference between moving on and forgetting. You didn't have to completely forget in order to move forward. She wouldn't be here today firstly if it wasn't for them, she had to be thankful for that, every step after of course was her doing, but she would always respect how her paving stones started. This was the life they had offered and a life she now chose to take. "That's understandable… You know you least share something with them… It sounds like your uncle taught you a lot. You'll always have that. " Simply Zahira said, she could only so much know what it was like not knowing. She knew her parents so well, but there was a lot that she didn't know. Even had they told her, she was probably to young to have understood. She understood that now. That was part reason why she was in Gotham. Because of her father. Not entirely seeking everything, but curious if there was anything here. What she could possibly learn not just about her father or her mother, but herself. Smiles added, she hadn't greatly needed to say it, as she could see from the look as he merely spoke of his uncle. How much he really meant. How much Victor had learnt. As Zahira eyed him lightly, there was so way in forgetting that. It would always be with you. A part of you, thus you could never forget. Zahira could say the same about her parents and the man who trained her.
Mildly with the pause. Zahira's cheeks glowed with added colour, her eyes shiftily unsurely from Victor to spaces nearby without any real clarity. As Victor chuckled again. Not entirely sure why at firstly, the unsure feeling could make her feel a little uncomfortable. Smiling faintly as he leaned in before adding in the fact he was texan and knew of vast tales. There as a little sign of understanding now. Not that she overly knew what it meant to be a texan, but she got what he meant. It hadn't been completely lost on her. As Zahira's smile picked up a little more warmth. As much as Zahira knew, there was still many things she didn't know… Possibly the one of many reasons her father travelled as he did… "I sure would enjoy hearing tales from the wild wild west, did I use that correctly? But, that's of course if you have the time Victor? I wouldn't want to hold you up from your students…" With a little more lightness, Zahira extended her curiosity. The wild west seemed the most that jumped in her mind when she thought of Texas. As she lightly played upon it without completely stepping on toes, but she was defiantly always keen for new tales. Not that she was demanding it, but merely an invitation which didn't happen so often. As her eyes moved shiftily as though timid, it felt good. Not before assuring Victor wanted to and had the time… Maybe another time, if he was expected back with his students any time soon. It wasn't for her to say.
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