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allies. well, that was good, then. at least they wouldn't seek to kill her simply because she belonged to a certain kingdom. aranea could not possibly know of any bad history between these two and the ones that she knew - she was naive, almost like a child returned to beqanna.
she sensed, though, that when he spoke the name of her king it was not with happiness. perhaps it was his body language - did he tense, ever so slightly? or an unintentional gesture - an ear that may have flicked back, or a narrowing of eyes? aranea could not say what it was that gave her this sensation, only that she picked up on it nonetheless. years of silence had taught her to be more intune with the language of the body - she recognized it and used it in return.
his question, of course, was met with a nod. her own ears pressed forward in a silent indication of her eagerness to do so. wherever this new home may be she would follow - she trusted those of the valley, even if she knew them fleetingly. eight, at least, she had a history with - one that stretched back many, many years.
(immortal, mute, infrared vision) the dream, an enigma... silent |
@[Sahm]