So THIS is a Weyr {Zirin}

[Zara]

"Who says I want you to hit me? I won't be a lower cavern's worker for long. No! Not at all. I can't stand it." She growled at him, turning on him. "Sollace was much better than this!" She hated being nothing! She hated being stuck here. She sighed and twirled her hair almost flirtatiously as she looked at him. "Tut tut tut. Name calling doesn't become a brownrider like you." She grinned at him. "Oh... getting your riled is just so easy..."

She flipped her wet hair again, a smile on her face. "What do you think I want to beaten and scarred again?" She chuckled darkly. "Oh no no no. But... It is too fun to make you angry." She smiled darkly. "Men are easily manipulated beings." With that she started walking away again, this time, almost to the door.

Her eyes were still dark and far away.

[Zirin]

"Well, feel free to drag your butt back to Sollace then." He replied grumpily, "In fact, I would even be so kind as to offer you a ride there, if that's what you so desired." Shards, it was just nothing but arguing with this woman it seemed. Then something she said made his expression turn from anger to amused. She had given away the root of the problem.

It wasn't that she felt extraordinarily guilty (well, she likely did but that didn't seem to be the real issue), no it was something else. She wanted to get back at men for the things this Lord Holder had done to her. This was an issue of dominance.

"You have such a wonderful life goal set for yourself. A brilliant role model you're being for the girl. Indeed, raise her to be just like you and conquer the world together. Show her everything you know about manipulating men." He stretched int he water, somehow feeling a bit relaxed once again. This woman was no threat to him or his relaxation. "So tell me," He added after a moment, "Did you manipulate that man into dominating you as well? Did it get you off every time he slapped you and called you names?" The tone in his voice was nothing but condescending amusement.

[Zara]

"Oh I would never raise her to be like me. After all... I'm the ice queen witch. And oh... no I did not. He had control in my life. So did my father before him... But who really chars, right? It's much more fun to mess with the heads of other men... though I have to admit... I could use some good company rather than some of the pig headed men who's purses I've snatched from under them. Someoen a bit smarter a bit more.... Oh... I don't know... difficult to deal with... Dominant but gentle." She twirled her hair again, her mischievious smile growing, the dark glint in her eyes was a bit disturbing. "I've done everything in my power to keep my daughter from seeing anything that has to do with my way of life... my.... manipulation." She smirked again.

"Think he'd be dead now if I got off on that sort of thing. Who is the dimglow now," she said, chuckling. She dropped the towel and walked back to the water, taking up her space. No man was going to chase her away. "Would you have treated the women in your life that way, hmm...?"

[Zirin]

It was a little comforting to know the young daughter wasn't seeing this truly ugly side of her mother. At least that made one less female he had to pity, because that's all Assaila was getting from him now. All too soon she was going on and on about this manipulation habit of hers. Was it as effective when she outright told men about it? Perhaps, perhaps not, time would tell in the end.

"Who knows, maybe you both got so into it that things got out of hand and thats why he's dead, hmm?" He ignored her mischievous look and words, not particularly wanting to give her satisfaction of any kind. "Besides, I'm just a simple rider, who am I to know about the kinks of the cavern workers.' He raised an eyebrow as she dropped her towel and returned to the water, a little nervous about her now. At least he could see she didn't seem to have any sort of murder weapons on her when she was stark naked.

"If by that you mean would I have beaten them, then no. You're sadly mistaken on that part." He replied, relaxing down into the water again, thoughts of his wife dancing through his mind and making him frown. "You're a horrible judge of character, aren't you?" Sure, he was verbally rude to women on many occasions, but he wouldn't lay a hand on one unless absolutely necessary. They were still human beings; stupid, emotional humans but humans nonetheless.His eyes remained pinned to her as he watched her move, curious as to why she hadn't buggered off.

[Zara]

"Oh I can guarantee you not. I wouldn't have killed him just for my own life... my poor little girl was there... and in danger... What else was I supposed to do...? I just pray that she never has to remember it. She was not far away from us at the time... My poor baby..." She sighed. And looked at him a bit more menacingly. "If you keep calling me a cavern worker, I assure you, I will have to do something about it. I have never worked in the caverns." She chuckled darkly, though ti wasn't a particularly deep sound all things considered.

"Oh no, you have me all wrong... I wasn't looking for a man who would... Just the opposite. I wanted you to say you never would. Silly man. I knew your answer before you spoke it." She shook her head and flicked her hair back again.

She didn't bother moving any closer. She ran a hand down her long slender neck to her chest where it stopped. Her startling blue eyes took him in, the dark adn mischievous light still there.

Her blonde hair looked much darker when it was wet. "What is it that keeps you from even liking being around a woman...? Hmm... Is it that loss that bothers you so much...? If I had to guess... I would say... a she..." Oh she was sure he was going to kill her. She was sure of it. She loved messing with him though... She didn't say another word as she closed her eyes and settled against the edge of the baths.

[Zirin]

"Well it's good to know you aren't just a cold hearted killer. I feel so relieved." He replied sarcastically, still unsure about the situation. "What would you prefer I call you, not-cavern worker. I've gotten no title from you as far as I care to remember."

He listened as she spoke once more about her 'amazing' manipulation skills. "Oh the horror, you pegged me for a man who doesn't beat woman. I am so ashamed that you have seen right through my vicious appearance." He was clearly unamused by her, and if anything was beginning to doubt her intelligence even more. He raised an eyebrow as she basically began to fondle herself in front of him, as if it would make him roll over and do whatever she wanted like a twelve Turn old brat.

"Now see, a horrible judge of character. I am quite fond of the company of women. It's dimglows that I can't stand." it was true, he enjoyed waking up next to a woman after a flight, and the occasional non-rider woman would gain his interest from time to time. It was the willful woman who put themselves into dangerous situations that he didn't like. He grimaced at the rest of her statement.

"A man losing a woman? Wow, you must always win guessing games, I am oh-so-very impressed." The sarcasm had hit an all-new high as he tried to avoid getting worked up about his wife.

[Zara]

"Are titles so important to you, brownrider. I am a holder... or pillowcrafter if you want a craft. Despicable, isn't it... But... simply.... I am Assaila." She grinned a truly white grin. "Oh, but don't you see. This isn't about me manipulating you or anything of that sort... unless you count riling you and pushing you to see what you'll do. Sometimes... life is boring... But I wouldn't have picked you if I thought you would hit me without due cause." She smirked slightly. "Who cares if you think I am intelligent? Does your opinion matter?"

She grinned. "Good thing to know. A man who doesn't enjoy the company of a woman from time to time is a fool... or so my father did say." She turned her eyes on him again. She grinned. "Now you are just giving yourself away. Your sarcasm just hides your pain... But I'll stop tearing at that now... Since it really isn't going to do any good."

She relaxed into the water, her hands floating free. She wasn't trying to get anything from him... other than a good argument really. And this was a good one. "If you doubt my intelligence... then what makes you think that I do not doubt yours...? What makes you think that I don't see a dimglow when I look at you? And when do you think I started to manipulate you....? Because.... In all I haven't. You served your purpose for a good argument. That's all." She closed her eyes and smirked slightly. "And just to get to know what a Southern rider is like... after all... I have heard a lot about you lot. Much more... strict than Trelis is. Oh... and I'll leave the topic of your lost one alone now if that'll make you happy."

[Zirin]

"So very despicable. I have always hated my pillow. A vicious thing it is, tries to eat my face while sleeping. I have you to blame for that I guess." He joked, unable to help himself. He smirked, "My opinion matters as little to you as yours does to me." It was a simple statement, but undoubtably true.

"Yes, I have pain. I lost a loved one to stupidity. There is no shame in admitting that. Regardless, I appreciate your tender dismissal of the topic." He grabbed a handful of sweetsand and began rubbing himself clean; may as well accomplish something worthwhile in the baths.

"I would hope you doubt mine. It wouldn't do if everything knew exactly what my intelligence is like. I haven't died yet so I assume its high enough." He chuckled at the smirk that spread across her face. She was stupid, but at least she was good at being stupid. "Did I live up to your expectations, I wonder?" Another handful of sweetsand was picked up to clean another section of his body.

"I doubt my opinion truly matters, does it. Well, your opinions matter quite a bit to me. So tell me, Pillow Girl, how DID you kill him?"

[Zara]

She listened in silence, her smirk just growing. "Oh.... so now they do, do they. And yes, you lived up to my expectations... Maybe even exceeded them." A brief pause as her expression grew dark. "Fine... I'll tell you how he died. It was by a thin knife - one that I was using to cut up a meal for my daughter... He came in drunken mad and went after me... before turning his attention to the girl... I told her to run and she did... he wheeled back on me... and I put the knife in his throat without so much as a second thought. And that was that. We ran. I pray that Faranth saw fit to bless my little girl so that she did not have to see all of that." She grinned. "And by your own logic, my own intelligence must be high enough that I have not died yet. I don't make a claim to be truly intelligent. Anyone who does is a fool."

She still had her eyes closed, but she slowly opened them to look up at the ceiling above them. "I remarried to a caravan man later... He's dead too. Died of old age, actually. I married him, took care of him until he died. He had little to leave us. But at least he was a good man. He really loved my little Annaliese. Treated her like a princess. Only reason that I think there is hope for any man. Though.... I am starting to think that he was the last of his breed...." She shrugged again and sighed. She hadn't truly loved him. Nor had she loved Endesor... She didn't really care how much he knew.

[Zirin]

"I am honoured to have surpassed your expectations." His voice still held a tone of rudeness to it, but he had to admit that was enjoyable; if only because it was the first time since coming to Trelis that he could actually have fun. "You have excellent aim then, unless the man was stupid enough to 'accidentally run into your knife'." He replied, not particularly caring how he died. At least now he knew he didn't need to watch out for poison or other low-handed methods of killing. As long as he kept an eye on her belt knife there was little to worry about.

"I assume that means I'm a fool then? I must be for still talking to a wench like you." He chuckled, before lifting an eyebrow at her next statement. "Your relationship with this second man doesn't seem all that loving, if you ask me. He's dead is not usually what one would say about a beloved spouse."

{Sorry for the length...-_-}

[Zara]

She ignored the first, but smiled. "He was a good man, but I did not claim to love him. To me... it was more... caring for a father or grandfather than having a true relationship. He was old... Very old and he needed someone to care for him. And that was me... But he was, as I said, good to my daughter. He adored her. And that I appreciated more than anything. If he had been younger, perhaps I could have loved him. Unfortunately... we'll never know."

She took a deep breath and leaned back in the baths again, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm water over her body. She took a deep breath, holding it, closing her eyes and allowed herself to disappear under water for a long moment before surfacing, gasping in breath, a smile of nearly childish delight stealing her features for a moment, before settling into the darker tinge that had become natural to her over so many years.

((Sorry... x.x))