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03-30-2016, 09:08 PM
A slow smolder of anger had burned in the King’s barrel since the meeting. The absence of Mauja, only to appear and to ask him to— to ask that of him? Only to leave him with a betrayed look? And the judgmental glower of Naerys; so knowledgeable in her youth to pass sentence on the King.
Dark eyes catch a glimpse of piebald through the trees. Alysanne— her disappointment, her condescension, her shock at him conducting leadership duties in the meeting. Promoting herd members was good for the herd, why her passive aggression when he promoted Tilney? Why in front of all? While he was adamantly against clandestine meetings for those in power to make decisions about those they ruled, he did resent the divulging of personal issues during the matters of business. That quickly blurred lines, blended the moral blacks and whites, lead down dangerous paths of personal ambitions.
As his navy eyes sharpened on the black and white beauty that danced beyond the glass, he found his irritation growing. A sigh ending in a snort pushed out his flared nostrils, long strides purposefully taking him directly to his ‘head Moon Doctor’. “Alysanne,” his deep voice rumbled through the trees as he slowed to a halt near her, crossing over the glass to meet her, “What keeps you outside the Edge’s borders?” His question was open— though the sharpness to his voice belied where his thoughts were— and the questions he wanted to ask. But, first, he simply opened the conversation.
But they had many things to discuss.
Dark eyes catch a glimpse of piebald through the trees. Alysanne— her disappointment, her condescension, her shock at him conducting leadership duties in the meeting. Promoting herd members was good for the herd, why her passive aggression when he promoted Tilney? Why in front of all? While he was adamantly against clandestine meetings for those in power to make decisions about those they ruled, he did resent the divulging of personal issues during the matters of business. That quickly blurred lines, blended the moral blacks and whites, lead down dangerous paths of personal ambitions.
As his navy eyes sharpened on the black and white beauty that danced beyond the glass, he found his irritation growing. A sigh ending in a snort pushed out his flared nostrils, long strides purposefully taking him directly to his ‘head Moon Doctor’. “Alysanne,” his deep voice rumbled through the trees as he slowed to a halt near her, crossing over the glass to meet her, “What keeps you outside the Edge’s borders?” His question was open— though the sharpness to his voice belied where his thoughts were— and the questions he wanted to ask. But, first, he simply opened the conversation.
But they had many things to discuss.
He paid for his sins. He was saved.
But some sins haunt us no matter how much we pay.
@Alysanne
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