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01-13-2015, 07:55 PM
 “Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
― Leonardo da Vinci I remain still(or as still as i can be at any rate) as her gaze rakes over me, assessing. I fight the amusement threatening to curl my lips into a wider smile, especially at her blunt words. Straight to the point; i liked it... although wordplay would have been fun as well. No matter. However, maybe i will get some fun out of this. Won't lie, i am very curious to see how well she could use her words; she was to be the diplomat, after all. I give a light shrug, head tilting. "What do you think i want?" Answering a question with a question. But i was curious about this fire-filly, and i awaited her response with a tilted head, amusement replaced by neutrality. In my mind i began picking her apart; the way she stood, the look in her eyes, the way her lip curled, and most of all the eyes of her companion. Everything, every little twitch, told just a little of what made up the essence of the being called Tandavi. But talking generally gave more information than a mental examination. I actually enjoyed this, trying to figure out her personality based solely upon what vague things i overhear and my own seconds-long encounter. It was as if my mind had a new puzzle, a new toy, and was pouring over it with enthusiasm. Gaucho...he had been easy to figure out at first, and gradually my understanding of him as a man was deepening. Everyone had something at their core, some trait that defined them and would forever haunt their steps and decisions. I was curious to see what shaped the foundation of Tandavi. "Bucephalus speaks" "Altan speaks" |
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