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Spice's confusion and question asking starts to die down, though her eyes are still controlled by the fear of something like fear and questioning. She stares at the other boy in a different kind of shock. The pity kind of shock. She realizes, her head dipping towards him. She doesn't want to be mean. And she has already worded that.
"I am sorry..." she murmurs, and she contemplates touching him again. It had some odd urge to it. Like she just needed to feel that pain one more time. Just to see if it was not just something from her own mind. She does not notice that the boy has stepped back, pushed up against a rock, feeling in which that he is trapped...very very small tears come to her eyes. This is not how she wanted to meet someone new. She wonders if anyone else is like this and what it is like for them. Do they feel alone? Scared?
She had to think about him, first. She looks back up at him, easily blinking away the wet in her eyes she find him reaching out for him. And in a gesture of friendship, she reaches out in her will, pink muzzle reaching for the side of his neck to nuzzle in friendly way...
She does not want to experience this again, but she also does odd and unwelcome excitement rises in her chest. She does not like it, but to believe she is not going insane and to understand...This is what has to happen.
{@[Cerin]}
"I am sorry..." she murmurs, and she contemplates touching him again. It had some odd urge to it. Like she just needed to feel that pain one more time. Just to see if it was not just something from her own mind. She does not notice that the boy has stepped back, pushed up against a rock, feeling in which that he is trapped...very very small tears come to her eyes. This is not how she wanted to meet someone new. She wonders if anyone else is like this and what it is like for them. Do they feel alone? Scared?
She had to think about him, first. She looks back up at him, easily blinking away the wet in her eyes she find him reaching out for him. And in a gesture of friendship, she reaches out in her will, pink muzzle reaching for the side of his neck to nuzzle in friendly way...
She does not want to experience this again, but she also does odd and unwelcome excitement rises in her chest. She does not like it, but to believe she is not going insane and to understand...This is what has to happen.
{@[Cerin]}
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