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01-13-2015, 12:43 AM
Kvothe does accept my apology, and without much fuss. He makes an interesting remark, as if politely reminding me of my foolishness to think that I could ever escape sound entirely. I don't suppose that had been my goal, but you know, the idea is charming... To be in a void where at least one sense seems to be entirely removed. I wonder. I ask my question of wondering why he has come to the meadow. Wandering? Well, many of us wander - this seems so vague and yet it remains a valid answer. He mentions finding a place of rest and I am filled with amusement as I picture the two of us curled up together under the soft moonlight, using each other as bedtime teddy bears. It's a ridiculous notion - surely both of us are above such childish behavior. And yet... my heart has been so weighed down by Africa that it's rather appealing. Not that I would engage in such behavior or admit the thoughts to anyone.. ever. His return question draws me from the strange mental image that lurks in my mind. I am no wanderer. I think. I have been doing more wandering than usual lately, so I suppose it would not be untrue to say that I am. Except that the 'or' he provides is more correct. "I am of the Dragon's Throat. A sleuth." There is no pride or arrogance, just simple facts. "Though, I have also called the Hidden Falls home at one time." I pause and watch him for moment. "Do you wander for lack of finding a suitable home, or because the wind is your only true calling?" Too personal for a first date? "talk" |
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*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.
