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10-14-2013, 03:47 AM
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It's you, said the black and white lady. The smile across her maw had grown, was it her? It was her! Or was she a image of her, and she was somewhere else? It was hard to know, really. Ah, but regardless of where she was, her body stood here to serve as a carrier of sins and a deceiver of words. Leto followed her into the clearing, the fog behind their backs standing as a smooth wall, barring them from reality, far, far away, away into the distance. How insane must she look, to this sane lady. Bemusement was heavy in her orbs, yet she sobered her expression as Leto's words entered her harks. She wished to know her name? The name that blessed her damned frame? Before she could speak, Leto came yet closer to her. She was not accustomed to being so close to others, and discomfort blemished in her mind. She spoke of her own name, a noble yet sweet murmur of Delinne. Leto, Delinne, one, and the same. On her back purred the ink-feline, and she spoke the name of her companion as well. Dezba. It spoke of war, a fitting titled to the shadowed she. Anger seemed to dissipate from the lady now, calmed from her earlier screeching. A bird, whose ruffled feathers have laid flat upon their frame. "A noble title you ordain, Leto. A suiting name for you, as well, shadowed warrior." Lyrics were spoken with silk, a black widow, in the midst of a web. "An answer to your inquiry. I am known as others as Circuta. Deem me as you wish." A few seconds of silence echoed in the strange land, before she quietly filed her first question into the air. Indigo orbs flitted with curiosity. "Have you found an sanctuary in the Edge of the World, Leto?" A simple question. She hoped the DragonHeart had blessed her well. |
