Bilingual & Beautiful

While in the library, Hera reads a book on linguistics.

7th of Saun 716

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Syhera Ki'hadi
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7th of Saun, 716 Arc

The library was quiet, mostly avoided because of the war, but a certain redhead found her way pushing through the large doors, letting sunlight into the dark and quiet building. No one turned at her entrance or seemed to care that she had arrived. A scribe looked up from something she was transcribing, and losing interest rather quickly returned to her work. Hera needed only to research various terrain and weather patterns for a navigation job she was eyeing, but the lack of attention was uninspiring. Weren't they interested in someone coming to visit the stacks?

She gave it another moment, but the only sound she heard was hushed voices and someone coughing. The vain woman tried not to pout and her eyes roamed the room in search of a librarian. Behind a large oak desk, one was turned, searching for something as a figure waited patiently leaning on the counter with his elbows. A number of books were in front of him and a very familiar surge of interest shocked Hera, who instantly recognized who it was.

Thin and bit older in his thirties, a man stood with spectacles perched on his straight nose. He seemed enraptured in what the librarian was saying, no doubt checking out books for his lesson plans. A professor, one Hera had purused as a young girl, now within arm's reach. It had been years since she had seen him, but girlish excitement still stirred within her and a desperate need for him to notice her assaulted her.

She began to assess the situation. He still chatted while the librarian searched for something - a pen or check out records. Absentmindedly tugging down the collar of her dress to expose more of her cleavage, Hera shook out her hair to give it fuller body and began to approach, slowly.

The Biqaj pretended not to notice him, but as she grew closer in promixity, he was all she was aware of. Entering from left stage, she siddled up beside him just as the librarian was turning around, "Excuse me," Hera purred, waving towards the older woman. From the corner of her eyes she could see the man's head cocking towards the voice, and her dainty hand reached out to retrieve a pen from a cup on the counter, "May I borrow this? For notes?"

"Of course, dear. Just bring it back," the librarian replied.

When Hera's hand touched the pen, she pulled, knowing quite well what she was doing. The cup tilted and the other writing utensils scattered to the ground, and a small gasp escaped her lips and she began to bend over beside the object of her interest, taking her time in gathering the things.

The man beside her lowered to the ground, his own hands scrambling to help. Hera saw the pen he was reaching for and cut him off with her own and his fingers touched hers, "Oh, I'm sorry," she lied, a thrill of excitement leaping in her stomach. The stranger laughed, a deep and charming sound that made her melt.

"Syhera Ki'hadi?" his fingers lingered.

"Huh?" she looked up to meet his eyes, and in response she attempted her most charming smile, "Professor Swayne?"

Dressed in a white button up and slacks, he looked absolutely delicious. His hair was trim and his eyes a warm hazel. She remembered them like it was just yesterday she was sitting in his class, admiring the way he walked, the way he read literature aloud. She had called him Professor Swoon, then, amongst her friends. Hera realized she was staring and she pulled her hand away, lowering her eyes and spotting the metal rim spectacles that hung from the collar of his shirt.

She barely processed what he said next, a very real desire igniting within her. It had been so long since a man had touched her. Swayne raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.

"What?" she blinked, images of his body fluttering in her mind and felt herself blushing, "I didn't hear you."

He began to stand, patiently repeating himself, "I said you can call me Nicholas. You're not my pupil anymore."

Syhera leaned in, forgetting the pens in her hand. This man was magnetic, "Okay, Nicholas." Her voice took a breathy undertone, far more appropriate for the bedroom than a casual encounter required, but Hera wanted him. And she wanted him to want her. And for a split second, she thought it worked, his eyes flashing something a bit dangerous, as if he too recalled their heated kisses, so many years ago.
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His eyes lingered on hers and a slow smile began to curve the corner of his lips. Hera's heart fluttered with girlish excitement and she thought he was going to take a step to lean in, to say something back, the air between them thick with unspoken attraction.

"Here we are," the librarian interjected, placing a records book on the counter, "You're returning what now?" she squinted and looked between the two, oblivious to the spell she had shattered. Syhera blinked and Nicholas turned towards the counter.

"Ah, yes. I'm returning this one," he slid a black book across the counter and glanced at Hera, "Do you still read, Syhera?"

The Biqaj frowned, turning to hide her disappointment, "When I get the chance, but not as much as I'd like," she glanced over at him, returning the pens she had dropped to the cup, "Any suggestions?"

"As a matter of fact," he grabbed one of the books in front of him, "I was looking at this one and it made me think of you," he smiled the same secretive smile, and held the tome out to her. It was a book on linguistics, and she furrowed her brow, "When you used to speak Rakahi."

Rakahi? When did she speak Rakahi to him? It must have been so long ago. As she searched her mind for the memory, she reached for the book and when her fingers brushed the cover, she remembered.

After lessons, the students shuffled out the classrooms, into the courtyard. Syhera was sixteen and devious, balanced precariously on the edge of a desk with a man standing between her legs. One of his hands were in her hair, his lips on her skin, while his other hand pushed up the fabric of her skirt with lust filled desperation. Breathless and eager, Hera pulled him closer, grinding against him and capturing his mouth with her own, "Please," she begged in the Biqaj language, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths, "Touch me."

"Oh?" Hera said, ignoring the heat flaming her cheeks, "I don't recall." She gave a dismissive laugh and thanked him for the offering, "I'll see what I can learn," she side stepped away from the counter. The rest of the memory danced her mind, it she knew by Nick's expression that she hadn't fooled him. He smiled knowingly and nodded in his maddenly polite way.

She wanted him to lose control. Just once.

"Enjoy the book." he gave a casual wink and collected his things from the counter. He didn't pursue her, didn't ask to spend time with her. He was leaving her to chase him. Hera pouted, idly flipping through the pages like she wasn't aching to "catch up". She searched for something to say to lure the professor, a brief comment to bring his attention back to her, but they alluded her. He began to walk away and her chance was gone.

The Biqaj stood for another moment, no longer remembering why she had come to the library in the first place.
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It was hard to shake Professor Swoon from her mind and Hera grumpily settled into a plush chair, turning the book over in her hands. Did she really want to read at the moment? And literature so unsexy at that? She sighed and cracked it open, flipping to a random page.

The chapter heading lined the top of the book beside the page number, and read - Kinesics: The Silent Language. Hera had no idea what kinesics were, but she continued to skim the page. One particular sub heading caught her eyes.

It said:

Body Language
Kinesics is a subcategory of Linguistics, meaning the study of body motion. Under such topic, we explore all matters of racial interaction which are not carried out with spoken words...Although humans share a basic repertoire of kinesics, each social group may have somewhat different rules for using them."

Hera flipped the page, losing interest. She picked another category and continued to read:

Linguistics: The Rules of Lying
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