The shadows began to wobble.
Ixion leaned back in his chair and watched the darkness beneath the shelves twist like disturbed water. As a faint smile touched his lips, he said:
"My dear Zabaniyah, it isn't like you to be shy."
A few more moments passed before the shadows swelled and stretched along the floor, gathered themselves, and then rose. From the pulp of darkness, Zabaniyah emerged.
Still, she stayed silent.
Ixion sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well?"
Zabaniyah stared blankly. Her straight black hair fell over her shoulders in a smooth black veil. Amber eye regarded him with its usual eerie calm.
Yet, that was only on the outside of her; on the inside?
'I can never understand him…'
Zabaniyah was supposed to be the one with mute emotions and expressions. So, why was it always so hard to tell what Ixion was thinking? His face looked placid and calm, but his eyes held a world of uncertainty behind them.
Or was she just imagining such a thing?
