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Isokla’s already warm smile grew, lighting up her features like the rays from the dawn sun – her shining blue eyes at once almost amused and affectionate, as though Detheriel’s reaction, and both his and Telyrn’s acceptance of her invitation pleased her.
Her eyes twinkled as Detheriel’s stomach rumbled and she asked with deceptive mildness, “Hungry, are we?” she laughed at his eagerness, covering her mouth with one hand, genuine mirth glittering in her eyes. At his "So, what's cooking?" she answered simply, “Porridge and fish.”
To Telryn, Isokla simply nodded and served him his portion and then Detheriel his. As she passed the food to the latter on the leaf plate, she leant in close and asked him softly – for his ears alone (although, perhaps if Telryn was near enough, he might hear) “What were you doing with Nivram?” Her tone was not exactly possessive, or even oddly protective; but there was a note of genuine concern and more than a hint of curiosity. She wanted to know. “And where did he go after?” Isokla tutted for her next displeased, disapproving, reproachful comment, “He hasn’t eaten yet.” She seemed to take it almost as a personal affront that he disappeared off without at least sampling her cooking…
If Isokla was not serving the two ‘boys’ their food, no doubt she would have had her arms folded under her breasts, or her hands on hips in fists. From her slight scowl, that was the exact pose she would have taken…
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