A Heart Of Burnished Silver

Sentinel - Haven
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Ylja watched impatiently for a response as Gonyaul chewed. “Art thou not a woman? Thou art tender… and beautiful. I perceive thy heart akin to burnished silver.”

Draza gave the young girl another look of disapproval as she stoked the flames.

Gonyaul nearly choked and went on a coughing spree to clear his windpipe. Her comment took him completely by surprise. He blushed in embarrassment, which didn’t help his case. It only made him look more feminine. He stumbled in his reply. “I … I … get mistaken frequently for a woman, but … I can assure you I am not. Thank you though for the compliments.” He replied with one for them all, “I think you all have lovely colored hair. Did the silvery moon kiss it?”

Vauxian women were even more beautiful in his opinion, he could testify to that; however, being more petite, he definitely favored the fairer sex of his kind more. Though it could take a discerning eye to tell the difference of the Vauxian sexes if you only had the face to go by. He was the runt of the litter and even his childhood friends would tease that he looked like a girl. His best friend, a girl, could best him in the more aggressive arts.

“Truly!?” she exclaimed as she touched her silver hair, which was pulled up into a messy bun.

“Even your words are pretty. I thank thee. I am called Ylja—Daughter of Davorien.” She opened her palms like a book and nodded slightly in respect as she introduced herself.

Gonyaul signed back a formal Vauxian greeting and bowed his head lower. “I am blessed to know you Ylja. I am Gonyaul’vaux.” He paused and arched a brow, then pointed at Draza. “Davorien?”

His name was strange to her, but she recognized the word Vaux, which she had learned the truth about from her elders. In response to the assumption that Draza was her mother, Ylja couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“Ahaha! Nah nah. That is Draza, my mother’s sister… she has passed, but Draza wishes she were my mother. “

Ylja dodged a piece of unused driftwood kindling thrown across the hut by Draza.

“Ylja, telejava!” said Draza in a frustrated, yet light-hearted voice as Ylja laughed.

“Etetetet! Girls!” said Ilyra as she stumped her cane on the floor, then she switched to Vauxian to address her guessed directly.. “Come now. Gonyaul’Vaux." Ilyra, the elder, beckoned, gesturing for him to come closer.

“It's time we shed light on some of the shadows that haunt you."