TITLE: THE WHITE PHOENIX
GENRE: Dark Fantasy
DIALOGUE EMOTION: Impatience
Cassandra and her aunt, Korynn, are just about to depart from Silas’ home with the idea that he is indeed the man they’ve been searching for. However, Silas is not so willing to leave his family to join them.
“Thank you for your hospitality. We will be on our way.” Though her tone should have been gracious, it was not in the least.
“Cassandra, not until–”
“Korynn,” she interjected, “we will not waste any more time here.”
“We came all this way…”
“And we have yet to find him. This is but a small town in a vast land.”
Korynn appraised the young man. “You don’t believe it’s him?”
“No,” Cassandra affirmed, her white gaze sliding to Silas, “I do not.”
Silas cut in, “Who are you looking for exactly?”
Her stare grew cold. “Why do you wish to know?”
“Maybe I can help. I mean, I know all of the townspeople.”
Cassandra’s eyes tightened on the him. “You deny us help and then offer it?”
He was at a loss for words. There was something about how she asked her questions that tied his tongue, as if she’d been interrogating people all her life. And the look she gave him… It made it difficult to breathe. “What…I…”
“Cassandra, honestly now, this is not an execution,” Korynn reprimanded.
The brunette lifted her eyes from Silas, as if he were not even worthy of being seen through them. “If it is indeed him, then perhaps it should be.”
“Child, you don’t mean that.”
At last, her gaze returned to him. “I apologize.” And without another word, she left the room, not in a hurry or in an angry trudge, but at a normal, impassive pace.