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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Oct 24, 2015 9:02:15 GMT -5
There was a lot of things Zahira knew and also things she just didn’t know, least not yet. She was young. History was very much within her life and work. Even as Marc spoke of business. Education. Particularly college, these were things she may know of, but really didn’t know. So Zahira could really only go by what she did know. She didn’t care so much about being right or wrong. Falling into some sort of invisible line, but then she wasn’t entirely someone to hide her opinion. It really only mattered in detail as she had no desire for anyone to peak to far behind her curtains… However in this situation. In this situation. She was still feeling pretty guarded, but she found herself a little more interested than simply playing along. Marc in whatever flaws he may have showed or Zahira was yet to see or never see, he was an enlightening sort. Engaging. If she was the overly prideful type she’d almost smile as Marc said she had been right. Somehow it didn’t feel so much her being wise, than she was someone that sometimes took two steps back, rather than take two steps forward. Yet, Zahira did utter a gentle gleam of a smile as Marc took more hold of what he did and how he felt about it. It certainly wasn’t something to snigger at. The importance to him was plain to see. ”Sounds like your history started with a single grape and grew with every vine. A gamble, no less. That paid off. It is honourable you keep it alive…” Zahira wasn’t often one for puns or spins, unless sometimes she’s less able to resist and its truthful. Who knew how many had given up and simply lost through the ages? ”It does sound like fascinating history, I don’t really know much about wine or particularly wine making, least not outside of Egypt, more particularly Ancient Egypt.” Zahira added whilst Egypt wasn’t perhaps the first place that came to some peoples minds in regarding Wine, but to Zahira that was really all she knew. Her facial expressions did lighten a little as Marc spoke of vineyards across the country, but not wanting to leave Gotham. He had literally had his heart stolen by a city and he was afraid to leave it. ”It is quite a city, but I wonder… Are you afraid the city will disappear, if you leave it for a stint? Or maybe everything you need is already here?” Zahira somewhat agreed to being caught up by this city, but she curious still asked why he didn’t feel up to leaving even for a short period of time or was it simply he just didn’t want to leave. Perhaps sometimes it could be that simple.
Zahira certainly wasn’t going to question Marc’s overall newly devotion to Gotham. That was rather plain to see, not just because he stated as such. Suppose there was no telling whether or not it would last. This could be a forever thing or it could break his heart or he could grow tiresome. Zahira herself wasn’t so much at a stronger hook yet, she had no plan with whether or not she planned to stay short term or even long term. She was far more on a path to just see where it took her. All she did know was she was in Gotham to find something and she certainly wouldn’t leave it until she either had it or she was satisfied she didn’t. At this point she had no key people in her life, so there was no telling where she’d end up, but it be by her choice. Her dark finger circled lightly at the rim of her tea cup, before gently sipping it, as Marc seemed momentarily blank about his own choices or potentially lack of. thus Zahira asked. She generally preferred, than to just assume. She didn’t life getting into other peoples heads than she liked them getting in her own. His response was sure an interesting one. Zahira couldn’t say she was passive either, but many choices had more seemed chosen for her. The moment her parents were killed, her entire life literally changed not just herself. ”I suppose, I somewhat do the same… Not always turning out to be a wise choice…” Zahira shared, though it certainly didn’t open too many doors to potentially grasp upon. Though a slight darkness in her eyes for perhaps momentarily seemed fixated, before a flicker of her lashes and it was gone. A more gentler look as Marc’s response upon Zahira’s example of Cleopatra in relation to Immortality, was observed and shared. He obviously didn’t need to agree, Zahira was just herself assured through what she had studied. Just knew, of course to her it seemed a little more plain to see than maybe to others, but she was surrounding particularly by this ancient world, daily. ”Of course, Its just merely what I’ve studied and observed As was often expressed through the ancient world. Life doesn’t end in death. In reference to the afterlife… .” Zahira subtly responded with a little reference to the afterlife which was a very important aspect to the Ancient Egyptians. ”Whilst I don’t view immortality always in literals, doesn’t mean I desire immortality myself!” Zahira added that it didn’t mean she wanted to ‘live’ forever however really one looked at it. Although, she wasn’t completely apposed to an afterlife. Sipping her tea again before placing it down…
Bad hair was certainly not something Zahira focused on, it hardly deterred his eyes either way. Not that Zahira was the pondering type, his eyes were nice, that was an easy observation… Hmmm, perhaps they were looking a little bit at a lose once Zahira had responded. Briefly, about her family or lack of. Suppose it was awkward to hear? Zahira couldn’t truly know and she wasn’t too sure if she was grateful it had warranted little response. She hardly ever strived for much, in fear of what it would stir up. He’d almost given Zahira what she had wanted, but not what she expected. Though, even in that Zahira couldn’t really know what to expect. It was very rare if ever she brought up much of her history, let alone her family. Even less if not chances she ever even had a conversation. She couldn’t even recall the last time she had, not because of great pain. Sure it wasn’t the most cheerful memories, but Zahira had lived on much from it. She actually quite like when she thought about her parents, least the better memories. Her missing them, wasn’t entirely in sadness. Zahira just wasn’t trusting and in some aspects for very good reasons. Of course had Marc asked, who knows what Zahira might respond with… A knowing smile peaked as Marc unexpectedly laughed in response to Zahira’s father having interest in history and the sort of clear similar path. Of course she’d learnt after his passing that he was from Gotham, thus it had led her on the even more direct path she was on now. ”I was young when they passed… Some things I wasn’t as aware of is why I am in Gotham.” Zahira subtly shared, but it probably seemed obvious by what she had said already. She was perhaps just a keen daughter wanting to see the place her father had been born in. Why she’d not know whilst he was alive, was a question Zahira had long ago put somewhat aside. She’d come to believe it was for a reason. A good one. Perhaps a protective one, who knew.
With a little picking at her salad again, herself a little more relaxed again. Emilie, it certainly was a nice name, Zahira thought with a simply smile. It was still nice to hear someone else speak of family and happily. Naturally her smile grew a little more again in response to Marc’s description of his sister meddling. Zahira couldn’t imagine she’d care much for anyone to meddle in her life. ”She is family, of course… I couldn’t imagine I’d let anyone meddle in my life that wasn’t key in it!” Perhaps Zahira had been a little too eager to throw that out there, oddly giving she had no key people in her life, so it was more like no one. Not that she suggested she was the dramatic sort and would scratch someones eyes out if they tried, but yeah no, it was pretty much just her. For a long time too. Not to suggest it was sad life with violins in the background. Zahira was content as far as she knew, she was used to it. She was disciplined. To that note as Zahira had sipped through her cup, she used the accompanied tea pot with still warmed tea to promptly fill her cup again. Leaving tea still in the pot for Marc. Its not that she didn’t so much accept help, than she never expected it. Bringing the newly filled cup, Zahira lightly blew upon the steam. Listened as Marc delved into his love life, which was certainly in a little more detail than Zahira would have expected, but she welcomed it. Even if love hadn’t been a fundamental thing in her life. She certainly pondered when Marc mentioned his divorce had been his fault. Was he being generous in that statement? Or truthful? Zahira did linger in offering a smile as he desired happiness for his former wife. Love. Perhaps there was genuine affection still there and a touch of sadness. Though if it had been his fault, was it deserved. Why was Zahira even questioning? Really the only love she ever saw first hand was between her parents. First hand, not so much. ”Could you not overcome the faults?” With the slight motion of her eyes, before she lent her voice. Wondering how great were these faults, that they could move pass them. As from what Marc said about the love of his life, one would probably assume he wouldn’t have given up that easy… ”I’m sorry. I don’t really know what to say, the only love I’ve really seen was between my parents. They weren’t even married, least not traditionally. Which wasn’t exactly conventional, especially in Egypt.” Zahira expressed, somewhat perhaps more honestly than expected from her. She certainly had far less knowledge in such an area than she did with history or even love through history which she least knew wouldn’t be the same as experiencing it first hand. Which Zahira loose with. Not exactly dancing with fact she did sort of have an ex, but love certainly had been lacking. Even if there had been, Zahira had completely forgotten. It had certainly been the damaging kind of relationship, reason why Zahira wasn’t exactly eager to find love, let alone trust. She wasn’t about to let herself be fooled again. Besides there more important things.
Friends had been an even further thing, well least something she’d never really reached out for. Why should she, it wasn’t exactly easy for one to truly look upon her and have the accusations of being a monster follow. Perhaps, though. By chance. By will, it may not be always so potentially dangerous. If this was even where this conversation was weaving around through, it had some ways to go, no less if it was. Somehow, Zahira felt less inclined to pull away, but there was certainly a part of her thinking she should. Cut ties, but then there was the slight other feeling what would happen if she didn’t. Of course there was also a very engaging tone in Marc’s voice or was Zahira just in tune to the sound. There was a slight kindling feeling as Marc stated when he had the time, he enjoyed spending it alone. That was oddly very similar. In ways Zahira knew no other way, but she’d never really felt loneliness. She’d always been at least content with being alone. Perhaps the safety. There was a dark and deadly creature within her, but it could also be timid. Perhaps even afraid, just not knowing it. ”No, I can’t say I’m much one for a crowd… Unfortunately, I didn’t bring many of my books with me, least out of work.” Zahira smiled, almost beamed at first, but there was tiny peak of disappointment in leaving many of her books behind. Mostly her fathers books, she wasn’t much a reader out side of her work, but it had been something she enjoyed when she had. Her role in life was often more important than desires and Zahira didn’t let many desires in it. Her sauna was one treat, but it also benefitted in her health, this benefitting her destiny. Of course, she may have brought a couple books, but much less than she needed. ”What books do you read or did you bring?” Zahira asked light heartedly and curious no less. ”It is like that… Where did your photography start? Is it mostly just of cities?” Zahira responded in relation of work getting in the way, but interested enough to wonder where his photography had started. Perhaps it been random or perhaps there had been a fundamental reasoning. She did unexpected express a light laugh at Marc mentioning her ‘extreme’ sports. ”I’m not sure about ‘Extreme’. I’ve never snowboard or water rafted… Although, I’m not completely apposed.” Zahira expressed a little what she hadn’t done, somehow what she did do, seemed rather not as extreme, perhaps doing well with them also helped. Not that she gloated over that fact. Hmmm, though suppose Marc was right in fact Zahira wouldn’t completely shy away from any challenge. It all added to why and how she could defeat someone like Man-bat, of course being smart about it also helped… Zahira’s attention peaked a little as Marc started mentioning a cliff face in the North region, Zahira had certainly not tried that area. She was confident it probably would be too challenging for her, but she certainly was still very much open to it. ”If our schedules permit it, then sure… I often finish mid mornings on saturdays. Perhaps if you were seeking a mini tour before the cliff?” Zahira confidently replied, no she wasn’t in a mind frame to even consider this in a date realm, not just because didn’t even know what a date was, but she didn’t find it too pushy. Just someone to potentially go climbing with. Somehow taking a girl to a cliff that one may potentially fall off of, may not exactly strike romantic in many hearts. Mostly Zahira expected some adrenaline, despite she could be quite incredibly focused and come in such a situation. Zahira put forth saturdays often being a light day and mostly suggesting a short tour, knowing Marc’s interest in tours, least one of many if he did in need want more. Warming up for another sip of her tea. In fact as Zahira rattled the possibility of a tour in her mind, she might have actually something to give him.
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