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we stand tall [totem, mauja]

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Totem
Time waits for no one, so do you wanna waste some time?





Totem had watched the mare change, fascinated by the sudden unexpected transformation. She seemed so much more vibrant now than she had during their encounter earlier. So much more alive. The sylvan maid almost skimmed over the soft snow, delicate imprints left behind the only proof that she did indeed touch the glimmering surface. It was remarkable, and Totem found himself enthralled by her effortless grace. Had his acceptance meant enough to her to cause this new dancing lightness? Or was it merely delight at having returned to her current home, this world of shining cold? Though the stag normally chose to move at an almost languid speed, pillars lifted into a small dance of his own. It lacked her ethereal beauty, but was a show of dignified elegance. He increased his pace to move alongside the fae instead of trudging behind her like a stray dog. He questioned briefly this new enchantment that he felt to have fallen upon him. Was it simply infatuation for a creature he had never seen before and who moved like a dream, something that would pass as he grew accustomed to the nymph? Did she affect all this way, using some divine gift, or was he behaving like a fool? Whatever it was, he decided to let himself be drawn in, at least for now. Later he would once again adopt his laidback demeanor, but for the time being he wished to join his companion in her joyous cloud.

A laugh drifted from her maw soon after, though he remained uncertain to whether it was due to his to his new participation in her waltz or caused by the sheer happiness she seemed to feel at merely being alive. The words “We’re here!” floated across Steppe moments later, and he believed it to be a summons, though to whom it was addressed was unclear. Perhaps to the lord she had told him was here, the stallion whose approval he must earn in order to remain in these lands with a herd. Perhaps to no one specific at all, her voice ringing out solely because she was too excited to remain silent. The silver bay had no way of knowing, so he chose to cease thinking of the lady’s motives and simply accept them.


OOC:
Walking the walk
Talking the talk
Thinking my thoughts





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we stand tall [totem, mauja] - by Lena - 10-10-2012, 04:41 PM
RE: we stand tall [totem, mauja] - by Totem - 10-11-2012, 07:45 PM

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