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12-31-2013, 02:47 AM
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The pretty girl has such a lovely voice - it dances in smooth ivory waves across my retinas, and I sigh softly. Some, like that stallion Jasper, had such ugly colours - his, for example, had been a dark, murky yellow. I did not particularly enjoy talking to him. But this lovely dove is an absolute dream, and I smile at her cheerfully. Schwere has disappeared, banished by the return of my comfort. For the moment, I am spirit-free, and it pleases me that the fae has had this effect. She stares at me, not quite blankly but not all there either, and I wonder again if perhaps there is something not quite right in her pretty little head. But she offers her name, and I suppose that's a good sign, so I nod my head indulgently. "And you, as well, my dear," I respond. When she speaks again, she seems calmer, though I can see that she has taken my veiled warning to heart. I had not spoken untruthfully - these are dark times, and I wouldn't want the doll to get in harm's way. "I do indeed. I mentioned that I am a Medic. I heal those of the group called the Asylum - a name that is far more threatening than the group itself, I promise you," I explain, my tone joking. "We simply offer home to those who don't feel they fit elsewhere. We are a family." I study her briefly. "You are quite welcome to join our family, darling. But I must warn you - our leaders do not take kindly to those who turn their backs on our family. If you choose to join us, you must well and truly join us. If you do not, I will at least escort you somewhere that will ensure your safety." I have taken a liking to the silver mare with the ivory vocals. She is a lucky one. "Talk talk talk." |
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