Rude

"The chief difference between horror fans and science fiction fans lies in why they won't walk backwards. A horror fan won't walk backwards because he knows he'll be knifed by a madman. A science fiction fan won't walk backwards because he knows he'll step on the cat." -- Aaron Allston

((OCC: Ona here. I wrote this a couple days ago but haven’t been able to post it until now. Hope you enjoy it and that it makes sense to every one. The above quote is one of my favorite quotes of all time by one of my favorite authors of all time (even though I’ve only read his Star Wars books so far, not my fault I can’t find the others). Before I get to off topic lets get to our feature presentation.))

How dare he! Thought Gemma. This man had just barged in a threatened her insisting she provide him with room and board. Then he tells her that he has a murdering sisterhood of witches after him and because of that she should take him in. Doesn’t he understand that she in putting her entire family in danger by taking him in?

Gemma showed the man with the eye patch into the house and took his coat. Just because he didn’t have any manners was no reason for Gemma to forget her own. Gemma offered the man a seat at the table and then sat down across from him. Anyone who had walked into the room at that moment would have sworn the air between them was on fire from the intensity of each of their glares.

Gemma was first to break the silence, “I must prepare supper now for when Ben returns for the fields.” She began to busy herself with the kitchen work and tried to forget the man sitting at the table behind her.

Now before we continue let us clear up any confusion the reader may have about Miss Gemma Blythe. Gemma is not shy, no quite to the contrary; she is very outgoing and independent in her own way. She was however raised by a very proper mother who taught her how to behave as was expected of a woman, shyly and demurely. Just because Gemma acts this way in public does not mean that this is her personality, no it is simply a mask she puts on for the world. In many ways Gemma is a far more modern woman that she appears. She does however, like anyone her age, have a tendency to get nervous.

“Where is you father child?” asked eye-patch-man, not unkindly.

“My name is Gemma and I am not a child,” responds Gemma. Her father is not a popular topic in this household.

“You did not answer my question Gemma,” said the man evenly.

“What’s your name?” asked Gemma, still trying to avoid the subject.

“Kyrus,” answered the man, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice.

“Why are the witches after you Kyrus?” asked Gemma finally turning around to look him square in the eye. Which she would admit was a bit unnerving.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” snapped Kyrus.

Gemma smiled icily. “And I don’t want to talk about my father.”

With that Gemma turned back to the stove and after a few minutes of silence Kyrus spoke.

“Then what shall we talk about?” he asked.

Gemma thought for a moment. A safe topic. A safe topic. Safe. “Music,” she told him.