rudeness (sharaf)
It was morning now, light was streaming inside of her cell and Petra was trying to ignore it. Everything still screamed that she was tired. Perhaps she shouldn't try falling asleep with her mind full of clutter. From thoughts to what they were going to do, to things she wished they were doing, Petra had been very awake long after Adward's breath drifted into that relaxed state of slumber. She couldn't tell the time in here, without a clear view of the stars and their alignment, but she had guessed more than once that it was long after midnight when she'd finally lost track and shut her eyes tight and drifted. Now she fought the light. Scrunching her eyes, rolling on the hard mattress and covering her head in the singular pillow as she used the crook of her arm for a place to rest her head. The thoughts came flooding back. She wasn't home. She wasn't anywhere near home and she had to find her work. That was what was important. Sleep could wait. Food could wait. Waking Adward was going to be her task for the morning. It wasn't that he was a sound sleeper, but he could really sleep when he wanted to.
Unlike her, who slept when she was too tired to work any longer.
One eye opened, face full of pillow, the next opened afterwards. She pushed the pillow aside and against the warm wall. Warm from the outside. It was probably already hot out there. Stifling hot. She wasn't going to enjoy running around the city. Not after yesterday. Nearly being killed and nearly watching a friend die. Friend? Well it wasn't lover. Ex-lover then? That sounded almost queer. She'd simply name him Adward in her head because she didn't know what she wanted to call him otherwise. There had been many names for him in the time she'd known him but now it was difficult. She shouldn't have been thinking so much about it. There were more important things to think about. Like getting her work back. Why it was so important, and who had stolen it in the first place. Making it rain in the desert was quite a feat, but the problem was how dangerous rain could be. Rain and storms. Maybe she should have told Adward what they were dealing with.
It could be quite dangerous. But he didn't want to know. Bastard wanted to figure it out for himself. Just like she'd wanted to figure out the sleeping roll herself until she was fed up and he told her and then she'd been grouchy about it and..
She rolled onto her side and looked out the bars. She expected to see the room empty but instead there was a man there. A man standing there and staring at her through the bars. Petra's hair was everywhere and sleep was still stuck in her eyes. She was only barely dressed and had been sleeping. She opened her mouth, thinking of screaming. But it caught in her throat. She stared at him. He stared back. Was he leering at her? Pretty girl in a bed? She couldn't tell. It was still too early for her to rationalize how people were looking at her and how they were not looking at her. What all of this meant was Petra was between her emotions. Fear. Anger. Confusion. More fear. Lots more anger. Even more confusion.
Finally she spoke.
"What are you staring at?" Her voice was flat and icy.