05-22-2017, 12:03 PM
Epithet decides to draw away from his hungry mouth and dancing eyes. The porcelain woman listens the wolf of a man, his name flitting from his lips, the way his words clip from his tongue. She is an unmoved by his handsomely painted frame as they share this patch of Beqanna, meeting at the river like a pair of secret lovers.
"Chem." His name coats her tongue as she tastes the syllables. It is name she has not known in her time on this earth. A dark eye turns to him as she teases her playfully and she responds with a little smile, her forelock falling across her eyes for a moment. "I don't know, Chem." Epi responds genuinely, as shrug moving her shoulders. "I haven't found my place yet." She speaks more to herself than her companion with words that are thick and murky. Her mind wanders for a moment before she catches herself and then returns her gaze to the stallion. "Sorry." She laughs while watching him. "I'm Epithet." The woman remarks with a smile toying across her dark lips, figuring it was her turn to give up a little information.
"Chem." His name coats her tongue as she tastes the syllables. It is name she has not known in her time on this earth. A dark eye turns to him as she teases her playfully and she responds with a little smile, her forelock falling across her eyes for a moment. "I don't know, Chem." Epi responds genuinely, as shrug moving her shoulders. "I haven't found my place yet." She speaks more to herself than her companion with words that are thick and murky. Her mind wanders for a moment before she catches herself and then returns her gaze to the stallion. "Sorry." She laughs while watching him. "I'm Epithet." The woman remarks with a smile toying across her dark lips, figuring it was her turn to give up a little information.
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