Chapter 76: As Cunning As A...
"There would be no point in poisoning you." Evanna stilled the cup, letting the warm contents flow down her throat. "Where would be the fun in that? Now, how did a lady such as yourself start to sword fight? Was there a motivation behind this?"
Evanna lowered her cup and let her eyes look at the liquid as she pondered. "My mother knew how to fight, so it was only right that I knew. Plus.." She trailed off and scanned the pergola, taking in its beauty and not the beauty of the elf who had not taken his eyes off her. "I was always.. too free-spirited. I prefer the outdoors, and such a hobby let me be."
Arawn chuckled, "Are there not other hobbies you could partake in that warranted you to be outside?"
"There is only so much horse riding a girl can do," Evanna smiled as she remembered Axel’s concern the first day she escaped from the palace and the breaks they took for her.
"You said your mother knew how to fight," He spoke softly, "how did she know? If she is a Lady?"
His questions made her still; whenever her thoughts turned to her mother, it was a reminder of where she should be right now and not playing along with the prince’s questioning. Sighing, she looked back at Arawn, who scrutinised her face intensely. "My mother was allowed to fight. In her household, it was deemed fine for a Lady to fight."
Evanna scoffed lightly after, realising how easily her mother must have had it before their time in the palace, where her daughter was constantly under surveillance. Arawn’s brow raised by her small action; his eyes were like a hawks, no matter how small she shifted in her seat, scoffed or even breathed slightly differently, he saw it.
"Your father was not pleased with this?"
Evanna shook her head, "It took some getting used to, but he never stopped me from learning. I think he was happy to know that if ever something happened to me, I had a fighting chance. Unfortunately, it is more than most girls know," She smiled gently, wondering how her father was, before taking a sip from her tea with a slight grimace. Were there men still searching for her?