A Talk

The next day was the same as the last. The same routine. And the more her suspicion rose. She was feeling utterly awkward.

This is the second day already and still no signs of her boss. 'Busy'? What could possibly keep him more busy than his company? Something is actually wrong somewhere.

Alvira joblessly pondered on the thoughts running through her mind. So much so, she failed to notice a hovering shadow just Infront of her.

"Hi."

"Gods! Carl....you startled me" She whimpered, rubbing on the fabric above her chest.

"I did? I walked in naturally. You were the one that was absent minded." Carl said with a smile.

"Right... right." Alvira gave in.

"What's bothering you Al?"

"Huh?"

"What's bothering you? I thought we are friends."

"We are, I didn't say we aren't."

"Then tell me, what's going on in your mind? You seem lost this past two days and you barely Concentrate on anything. Are you perhaps sick or something?" Carl asked with precision.

"...Erhh not like that..... It's just.... it's just." She began to stutter.

"It's just what? If you don't want to talk about it, I won't take it to heart. Don't worry, I understand. It's something personal right?" Carl said, giving her a reassuring glance.

"Yes.." Alvira replied, gazing at him awkwardly.

"I'll get going now." He mentioned as he waved her.

"Oh...Bye."

With a nod, he turned around to leave.

"Carl?"

"Huh?" Almost immediately he turned to her, as if he was waiting for her to call for him.

"I want to ask you something." She hesitantly voiced out.

"What is it?"

"Is it possible....for ermm...." She kept hesitating. Carl calmly waited for her to ask.

"Ermm...Slits..Do irises turn Slits?" Finally, she laid down her question.

"Slits?" Carl mouthed with a somewhat confused expression. He wasn't sure of what she was talking about.

Seeing other people had started arriving and taking their seats, Alvira quickly brushed off the Matter with a sheepish laughter.

"Forget it. it's just something I came across on an article. Don't mind me." She hurriedly gave an excuse.

"Oh... Okay, the is no problem. If you don't mind I could help you research on that." Carl offered.

"Really? that will be sweet of you. Thank you." She replied with gratitude.

"It's fine. I'll be going now, see you later."

"Bye." She said before he left. But she failed to catch the look on his face as he walked away.

'Sigh.' Her head made an impact with the table as she buried her face underneath. 'Why do I care so much? It's definitely not my business neither is it in any way related to me. Oh God! I better not put myself in a situation I wouldn't be able to get out from. I should just stop being curious of every little thing, who knows, I properly might have misunderstood something, or maybe saw things. She sighed again.

Could she really stop being curious?

...

The tension floating in the atmosphere was suffocating. The silence was so eerie, so much so that even a single word spoken will create a certain creepiness, worst than it already is. At this point, even a graveyard would be much preferable than this.

With a stealth turn around, Ezra, who had his back completely facing the old woman behind him, elegantly turned towards her.

With the expression she had managed to read from him. She outrightly became aware of the fact that she should hurry up with whatever she had to say, as the is no time on their side.

"Your Highness…" With a quick bow she greeted.

Even with her wrinkled skin and old bones she still was as flexible and agile as any other young female demacian alive. Age was boldly pronounced on her.

"No time for courtesy." Ezra's voice echoed with a lazy impatience tinge in it.

"Yes your Highness."

"Have you…. Perhaps…Gotten it yet?" The old woman who is recognized as the prophetess, stutter with reluctance. Because she was aware that she was reasoning with a ticking time bomb, touching it's sensitive areas.

With a calm but unreadable gaze, a little smirk graced the corner of his lips. A soundless chuckle escaped those pair of slim lips. Sending chills running down one's spine.

"About that. I would really like to know…Is it that common?" Ezra asked, his voice dangerously low and his demeanor dimming the more with that scary but calculative tug at his lips that never for once faded throughout his question to the prophetess.

"No your Highness, infact it's the rarest of all." With squinted eyes, she replied sharply.

"I see.. what if?" He paused. "It's in the hands of…. Humans?"

"In the hands of… That I don't know. But who ever is in possession of it, seeks it use which cannot be beneficial to ordinary things." The prophetess theorized.

With a thinkfull yet knowing gaze, She threw her attention back to Ezra whose thoughts was long far away as he casted his familiar gaze, staring into mid air.

"Do you…know someone with it your Highness?" Threading carefully, she asked him.

The devious smile on his face widen and stretched. Running his tongue against his lower lip, he took a step forward. "Do you think so, prophetess?"

"Forgive me for jumping right straight into my own conclusion your highness." She bowed in apology. "But I found another way your Highness. Though this wouldn't completely eliminate it but atleast it will be able to stable the pain for some hours. That's if your Highness agrees."

With a cautious glance, Ezra spoke up. "What is it?"

The prophetess raised her head from her bowing position. Giving him the a long and confident stare. "Something Only you have." She gave a pause. "The Pure royal mixed blood."