Kouei

The man's eyes showed no compassion what-so-ever. He was like a rock, just doing exactly what he'd been ordered to do. Not mattering that turning someone's arm around behind that person's back hurt a lot. "Hey! Hey! No reason to get violent."

Without an outward change Kouei let go of the apprentice and spun the young man around. He easily lifted him off the ground by his tunic and held him at eye level...well eye-level for the large man. Kouei was easily seven feet tall while his opponent was maybe six feet. "My employer would like his marks."

"And your employer won't get them if I'm dead." The younger, smaller man was choking.

Kouei lowered him to inches about the ground. The muscles on his arms were bulging and the apprentices eyes grew wider. "No, but it will make my coming out here having been worth the trip." His voice was deep and even.

Kouei finally let him twist out of his grasp. "Give me one night. One night and I promise I'll have the marks."

The large mercenary thought about it for a moment. "Fine. One night. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He turned and walked away, not bothering to acknowledge the apprentices thanks and promises.

Dian cheeped once and rubbed his head against his master's. The brown flit seemed amazingly sympathetic.

"You try to act all tough Kouei, but Dian always gives away what you're really feeling." Mirala smirked. The brunette dancer was leaning against the wall, just out of the light of the glows. She walked forwards to him and let Dian jump to her arm and happily greet her. She jingled as she walked, the many necklaces, belts, and earings she was wearing clinking together with every step. She was wearing a long purple skirt with a slit up the side that destroyed the purpose of wearing a long skirt. Her shirt was long enough to cover everything it needed to cover, but short enough that her midriff was still exposed. As she got closer, Kouei noticed that she smelled like flowers.

Even though he noticed all these things, the only acknowledgement he gave her was a quick glance and a blink. "What are you doing here Mirala?"

The dancer smirked, dark brown eyes flashing in the low-light. "I know you're happy to see me you big oaf." She rubbed Dian's head. The firelizard was delighted. "Like I said. Dian tells me what you're feeling."

He looked at her. It wasn't a glare, that would show emotion, but it was as close to a glare as the big man ever got. "Dian just likes you." The brown flit, obeying a silent command, returned to his owner. "You shouldn't be here. I'll walk you back to the Weyrbowl."

She smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "I'm not allowed to go wandering around out here? And just because you're a giant of a man you're allowed to? I can protect myself."

In a flash he grabbed her arm twisted it around behind her back and cupped his other hand over her mouth. "You can, can you?"

She struggled for a moment, actually hurting her large friend, but Kouei would never let her know that. Finally she went limp, acknowledging that he had her. He let go of her. She glared at his back as he walked past her. "So does this mean you're actually worried about me?" She ran to catch up with him. "Could you actually give a damn about someone?"

They reached the door to the living chambers and he pushed her in, violently. "You're the Lord Holder's favourite. He would not want you harmed. I'm doing what I'm paid to do." He whirled and began stalking across the Weyrbowl. Dian flew from his shoulder, licked Mirala on the cheek and flew back to Kouei's shoulder.

The dancer smiled, her momentary anger at being called someone's property disappearing. "You never should have gotten that flit Kouei. He gives away every single little thing you feel."

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