Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 22:48:34 GMT -5
Amirah winced, bristling at the sharpness of Bashir’s tone, her eyes flickering to him in a moment of anger but immediately thereafter a cower of fear took hold. Her eyes diverted south then, the browns pensive for a moment, wondering in her moment of fright whether she’d gone too far even though she still felt she was in the right. After a moment of Sabriyah speaking to her, she raised her head, looking in her direction. She could agree that the need for healthy trade where raiding did not satisfy the demand. It did not mean she thought it was up to Bashir nor Sabriyah to broker these arrangements behind Father’s back.
She frowned at Bashir, how he reiterated he was heir and that he had the right to act, that being silent in the shadows of their Father did not please him. She disagreed entirely, but how was she to get either of them to see it? It was clear, she realized, that her siblings were firmly of the belief that they were right to act in a way she saw as treasonous. Maybe if she allowed them to believe she agreed with their words, they would relinquish this idea they had to keep her hostage of her sister’s company so that she not go and do the right thing.
“Yes, you are the heir to the Caliphate,” she agreed, allowing the statement to sit as though to insinuate she agreed with all of what he said. She just couldn’t bring herself to say such a lie. “I am of course glad for the efforts and worry you both share in the future of our family.” That said Amirah felt content as her words were much more down the middle than anything else she might have said. Then, because she couldn’t let it go, she thought to bring about the topic in a different way, an inquisitive and non-hostile tone. “Will Father be made aware after the fact of your progress?” She forced herself to keep her tone as jovial as she could, though the word “progress” was hardly the word she wanted to use.
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Sabriyah bint Qasim al-Khalid, Bashir ibn Qasim al-Khalid
She frowned at Bashir, how he reiterated he was heir and that he had the right to act, that being silent in the shadows of their Father did not please him. She disagreed entirely, but how was she to get either of them to see it? It was clear, she realized, that her siblings were firmly of the belief that they were right to act in a way she saw as treasonous. Maybe if she allowed them to believe she agreed with their words, they would relinquish this idea they had to keep her hostage of her sister’s company so that she not go and do the right thing.
“Yes, you are the heir to the Caliphate,” she agreed, allowing the statement to sit as though to insinuate she agreed with all of what he said. She just couldn’t bring herself to say such a lie. “I am of course glad for the efforts and worry you both share in the future of our family.” That said Amirah felt content as her words were much more down the middle than anything else she might have said. Then, because she couldn’t let it go, she thought to bring about the topic in a different way, an inquisitive and non-hostile tone. “Will Father be made aware after the fact of your progress?” She forced herself to keep her tone as jovial as she could, though the word “progress” was hardly the word she wanted to use.
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Sabriyah bint Qasim al-Khalid, Bashir ibn Qasim al-Khalid