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it truly was as if he could read her mind.
aranea recognized that much of this was body language mixed with the simple noises that she could make. still, she felt that it was more than that. it seemed some thread had woven between them and had become an almost tangible thing - the shadowed mare felt it, but did he?
he spoke and she listened as she walked in silence beside him. their steps carried them across the greenery and towards the spring. when faced with fresh water she hesitated for a moment but determined that beqanna would not wish them dead and so stepped closer to drink. in his company she was unguarded and at ease and lowered her head to drink deeply from the cool water.
refreshed she looked up at him, surprised by the words that came next. surprised not only because of the fact of lingering magic, but because of how it made her feel. her instinct was to resist and she found herself shaking her head before she had even mulled over the words.
mid action she realized how ridiculous that must seem, that she may deny what freedom he offered. not only would it be borderline insane to refuse but to do so would also leave eight feeling that he must help - the last thing she wanted to do was chain him to her unwillingly. it was impossible to explain that she was rather enjoying her little holiday from duty. (hadn't her years away been enough? why did she seek to delay it further?)
aranea sought to correct herself with a quick nod and aimed to cover up her apparent foolishness with a questioning tip of her head. which way?
(immortal, mute, infrared vision) the dream, an enigma... silent |
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