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As my tongue stills after speaking, the quiet roared in my audits. Is he surprised, pissed, angry, happy? Did I just make everything worse? Why do the same questions keep circling through my head? Deciding to calm down slightly, I focus on Mauja's lips and hope his voice rings out (will it actually ever come?), not my insane thoughts.
The sun-dappled, ethereal beauty of God's private chapel shivered as a breeze whirled past me, the tree's branches lashed and crashed against each other like drum sticks in the hands of a beast. As quickly as the wind came, it left, leaving the trees standing utterly still, like statues in a museum. The leaves no longer trembling or daring to fall from their perches. Lifting my face, I let the light and shadow dance across my stark fur. Sadly, the light was fading, creating more shadows and dark patches around me. Eyes glimmered from hollowed trunks of decayed trees, and maybe that was why I got a bad vibe from this place. Then, the wind wailed again between thick, distorted, trunks, carrying the sickly stink of wood rot and animal flesh. I'm guessing with the good, always comes some bad.
I didn't want to leave, yet. I liked it here, I was actually enjoying myself. This conversation is going better now. Well, sort of. "Err," he says. What? He likes my compliment or? Maybe he just doesn't know how to reply. Despite being told off before for flirting, I'm pretty certain he won't get made again. If he wanted to get mad, he would've already done so.
Surprisingly, while he's thinking and I'm waiting, I'm looking him over and noting all his details a second time around. I don't stare at him so strongly, because I think it creeps him out. I notice the fact that his fur seems soft, like velvet. I also realize, his ears are rimmed black. Is that normal for appaloosas? Who the hell knows.
"I'm.. sorry?" I know that 'Sorry?' can mean 'what?' in some places. Did I successfully confuse him? "Like, I am sorry, for you." I try to find his gaze. "Don't be." There's no need to be sorry for me, ever. All the choices I've made are my fault, and I know that. I wanted to add, but I think Mauja likes the quiet.
The darkness is usually cold though... Is Mauja cold?
think think think think
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ooc; i got some muse, and i decided to be more descriptive with it, rather than making a longer post <33
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