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07-07-2014, 03:03 AM
If these creatures exist to teach him anything, it is regret. He swallows the bitter taste of the feeling as he watches them, and Caneo wishes he had not approached at all – yet he remains, listening, present. “I do not hurt children,” says the nameless mare, and Caneo’s eyes flick toward her briefly. Hm. She has yet to make her demand, and he supposes he will wait until he hears it out. It may be interesting still – he cannot guess. Zünden is shrewd; Caneo grants her that, as she tries to wheedle out the information she wants, anyway. He nearly chuckles, but instead only one narrow ear cocks back to paint his features with wry bemusement. “I will watch you and be sure you do it,” he says suddenly, his tone surprisingly confident despite the musical quality of his voice. “Then we can all go to the Basin together.” Yes; this seems the safest action. He may watch the girl and the mare both, and agree with neither. He does wonder, though, just what the mare wants. She plays coyly with the request, stretching it out, refusing to give anything away. In truth, Caneo doubts she has much of a plan at all – and this tickles something in the core of him. He does look to the girl again when she speaks of her mother – her not-mother. An equine? He searches his memory for the term but finds nothing, and aware of his own ignorance, abstains from asking the question on his lips. Another feeling grows within him, all the same – something like anger – more powerful than his vague sensations of distrust in regard to the mare. This girl – this silly girl – wanders back and forth declaring independence, declaring need, when she does have a family somewhere. Things Caneo himself never enjoyed – he resents her, for a brief and brilliant moment. He thinks, perhaps a hard lesson is the best sort of lesson for the young and spoiled, the soft and unassuming. His lead lifts up and he peers at the mare again, waiting. He can do nothing until she acts. She began this game, after all. She is the master of it.  |
