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11-10-2015, 03:59 PM
For all of his efforts, a quick, listless smile is all you give him, the twigs in your mouth crinkling against the movement, reminding you, as if you need a reminder, that this is not a time for foolishness. It is not long before a voice draws your attention away from your prince, back to the forest that had seemed so daunting just moments before, eased by the white-spotted man’s familiarity with Deimos. Your muscles grow less tense with each passing second, a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding released in a quiet gust. You suppose that these things would get easier, should your Lord ever require your company again. Suppose that, next time, you will not feel so very desperately out of place in someone else’s home. Another smile is given as Deimos extends formalities, a sideways glance given to your prince as he repeats the spotted man’s name. ’I’ve heard so much about you!’ You cannot tell whether it is something to flatter or the truth, and maybe it doesn’t matter, but your throat tightens as he falls silent, your tongue thick and dry within your mouth. You have not heard of him, are too new to understand the realm of politics, do not recognize the stone that lingers on every inch of his face, brightened by glimpses of friendly recognition for your Lord, and no such words come from your mouth, only a dip of your head is offered in respectful recognition. You finally follow Erebos’ lead, placing the flowers and branches at your feet before casting your gaze once more to the stone-man, Mauja, an apparent king (what is with all the seriousness of kings? You glance to your own, the smile that lingers on his lips bringing one to yours, briefly, however superficial his may or may not have been) with reserved indifference. |
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