Ridahne nodded, finishing off a piece of pizza. She'd slowed down on the eating and she leaned back, satisfied. I'd been a while since she'd eaten that much in one sitting, and even longer since she'd eaten pizza. If it wasn't so greasy, Ridahne would probably eat pizza several times a week. She was lost in thought for a while as she sat there, enjoying being able to recline somewhere nice and comfortable. At this point, Gregory was right: there was nothing left to do for now but to sit back and take the quiet and peace while they could. And maybe later she would do a little research on the Councilman and see what he was all about and what about him would make Azurei so upset.
"Yeah, I think that's all there is to do at this point. As long as we avoid the news. I don't need to hear people's accounts and speculations of what happened, and if the media is going to bash my people I'd rather not hear about it. It'd just make me angry...Anyway, if we're done here, there's something I need to do..." Ridahne's voice was soft and she avoided eye contact; something was on her mind and she did not want to talk about it, not with those two.
The woman left her place on the bed and dug through her bag to find well-crafted wooden box made of blackwood and inlaid with a pale white wood, both were dense and smooth. It, like the sword, was ornate, elegant, and obviously well-made; clearly, she took care of it. Wordlessly, she took the box into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. A soft click was heard; she locked the door for good measure. Ridahne opened the box and began spreading its contents carefully across the bathroom counter. When everything was set, the Azurei woman took a breath and paused to think about what she was going to do. It was no small matter to add to one's Ojih, and the mark she was about to add was not one she particularly wanted. But she knew she had to anyway, and there was no sense in delaying it.
Ridahne prepped the area of her tan skin that was going to be tattooed, and that's when the reality of her actions set in. Her eyes stung and her cheeks were wet before she knew it. To get a mark like this one again...well...she was not proud of herself and she was overcome by a wave of shame and guilt. She was not afraid of the needle, the pain was the least of her concerns, but it hurt all the same, hurt her soul. As she prepped the small tattoo gun and pulled the trigger experimentally a few times, tears blurring her vision still, she decided that this sort of thing hurt less the second time. She supposed, and this was of some small comfort, that she'd already lost everything that she held dear anyway, or at least most of it. There was little to lose, this time.
Ridahne spent something like half an hour locked in the bathroom, the soft buzz of her compact tattoo gun emanating past the door, intermingling with an occasional sniffle. When she finally did emerge, the box neatly packed again, there was a new blue mark over the black and white one down the bridge of her nose. The skin around the new ink was puffy and red, much like her eyes, though she had made a considerable effort to erase all traces of this before coming out again. She wasn't really an emotionally vulnerable person among strangers and she didn't want these two seeing her break. Despite her efforts, she guessed between their trained observation skills and Rylie's telepathic abilities, it wasn't hard to figure it out anyway.
Ridahne put the box away and settled back down on the bed. "I had an idea," she said. "The TV does internet, yeah? Looks like it does. If my brother's at sea, the ship he works on has a computer that does video chat. I'm...not really uh...supposed to call home, honestly, especially right now when things are a little dicey, apparently, but it's my brother and he might know some valuable information about what's going on back home. It might help things. But he can't know you're IP's, you know? Or he won't tell me anything. So...if he asks, let's just all pretend you're a nice couple who decided to let me stay with you, out of, I don't know, charity or something. I'll try to get him to speak English so you can hear him too, kay?"
Ridahne moved to the television and on the menu selected video calling; a bright green LED at the top indicated that the camera was on and ready. She punched in an email address and a digital ringing tone began to sound. A scruffy older man with skin a little darker than Ridahne's and similar tattoos answered and looked at her, puzzled.
"Hadian Torzinei," she said abruptly and firmly, her accent thick.
"Ce'ta?"
"Hadian! A'ae niuma Hadian."
The gray haired man made a face at her, and in seconds there was a quick flurry of what sounded like harsh words and broad hand gestures that halted almost as soon as it started. The man left and there was some distant shouting, two men calling to one another, and then a young man with short black hair, soaking wet, sat down in front of the camera.
"Ridahne!"
"Ja'ti, Hadi. It's been a while. I'm sorry to call you at work."
"You shouldn't be calling at all...What's with the English?"
"I know, Hadi, I know. I guess you could say I'm trying to get in touch with Mom's side....It's good to see you. You look good, you salty bastard."
"Good to see you too...but you don't look good. Your Ojih, Ri..." The man looked truly pained from the depths of his soul. "What have you done?"
"Please Hadian, I don't want to talk about that. Listen, I'm scared, ok? Something happened here and I want to know what's going on. There...was a bomb. I saw Taja here, I saw them signal it. I don't understand, Hadi, what's going on? People are gonna think I did it."
"Did you??" Hadian looked at her with narrowed eyes.
"No! No. I saw Taja, but I didn't see their Ojih or their Ku'o. Who's here? Why?"
"I don't know, Ridahne. I don't know who you saw, but I've seen a lot of Prizia around here."
"Soldiers?"
"No. Cargo ships. Sea and air." The picture cut out for a minute and returned; the connection was less than stellar.
"If there's gonna be a war, you think Prizia is backing Azurei?"
Hadian shrugged. "I don't know. I'd tell you I'd ask around for you...but Ridahne, you can't call here. Especially if there's...stuff going on, you can't call here. You could get me in trouble. Get yourself into...more trouble. You lay low. Are...are you in a hotel?"
"Yeah, uh, this couple I met at a restaurant took me in after all this stuff happened. People gave me weird looks so they gave me somewhere safe to go. They're nice people."
Hadian sighed and sat back in his chair, the rusty metal frame protesting loudly with a gritty squeal. "You know I can't help you Ridahne. I can't send you money, and I can't give you information, nothing much. I think I can send you some food or something--"
"No, Hadian, that's not what this is about. I'm doing ok, I've seen so many things. Besides, IP post is expensive. Save your money and treat yourself. I guess I just wanted to know what was going on. I should go. Take care of yourself, Hadian."
"You too, Ridahne."
The screen went black, and Ridahne switched over into television mode, though she passed the remote off to Gregory and Rylie--she didn't really know what to watch anyway. "Well...that was...interesting. And troubling. Sounds to me like Azurei has an ally. Bad news, if you ask me. This is a mess, I tell you. A mess."
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