Kha'lin sighed, subconsciously shifting closer to Rasha as she put one feathered wing around her "I suppose. For really it is only one thing that I worry for, and somehow knowing Kha'mal feels he can do it makes it no less an anxiety." With another sigh, smaller this time and accompanied by a wry smile, she looked up at Rasha "I suppose what I truly worry about, is if the relationship went well. If it went so well that I would have a chance at starting a family."
Puasing momentarily she continued "Truly, my allegiance and priority lies with my work, and with you. And so how could I do both this and care for a child?" She searched Rasha's eyes for an answer, almost pleadingly "Sometimes I wished that our mother could be here. And now I wish it more than ever, miss..."
Kha'mal paused at one of the wide palace windows. The Lords had assembled, ready for the meeting, but Kha'mal did not hurry with the news. He knew that his sister would be talking to Rasha right now. Perhaps it was best to leave them for a moment longer. He yawned widely and glanced down towards the Barracks training grounds where a formation of archers fired a dark volley of arrows into the hay-stuffed dummies.
Squinting, he peered through the glass and down at the dusty are, clear of buildings and littered with wooden targets. The individual archers where all but indiscernible, and after a moment of vain searching, he gave up on finding her. With a sigh he turned from the window and continued down the corridor to the sitting room and knocked twice...