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[OPEN] getting sick of predictability

Gawen Posts: 26
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Atlas :: Royal Nine-tailed Kitsune :: None Brit
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Whew. Close one.

Gawen should've known not to antagonize a potential mass murderer but the healing soul in him simply couldn't let it go. At least the towering beast had not deigned to kill the child for his slight, instead waving off the information like it didn't matter; or worse, like it was a lie. Gawen could have screamed for how insulting that was, the presumption that he would lie about something so precious and important and useful.

But Gawen also valued his internal organs, and he'd rather like them to remain in their proper places thank you very much.

Except Sunjata was quick to put him on the spot, and Gawen felt like he was suddenly in a very important exam, his mind flitting over the little he knew of Maude and Tilney in a desperate search for answers that would appease the monster. "Well...she likes herbs, and healing...and she's very nice and kind even when other people are mean. But uh...that's all I know," he admitted shyly, scuffing his hoof through the snow and averting his eyes. That was the problem you see. Tilney was this grand, amazing Doctor that could make Gawen swoon with his very presence, and that made getting to know Maude so hard. But he wanted to because she was the only filly he'd ever met his age! Who had the same interests!

Of course Gawen didn't know what 'date' meant, and didn't realize in the slightest that Sunjata had romance on the brain when Gawen was just helplessly entrenched in platonic affection and admiration for the girl. But oh well.

"I wanted to bring her pretty snowdrops, because she's pretty too, and maybe we could learn about its uses together?" It fell limply from his mouth, unsure suddenly. Was that...good enough? Was he doing this WRONG?! The hawk was struck with sudden terror at the idea that he could have made an error and been on the path to slighting or insulting the girl he so badly wanted to befriend. Maybe he really did need the man's help. So as Sunjata lowered himself to Gawen's minuscule height, the boy wandered closer, eyes bright and attentive and nearly shaking with energy as he awaited instruction and enlightenment.

GAWEN
The sun is filling up the room,
And I can hear you dreaming.

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Messages In This Thread
getting sick of predictability - by Gawen - 11-14-2016, 12:51 AM
RE: getting sick of predictable - by Sunjata - 11-14-2016, 01:01 AM
RE: getting sick of predictable - by Gawen - 11-14-2016, 01:08 AM
RE: getting sick of predictable - by Sunjata - 11-14-2016, 01:16 AM
RE: getting sick of predictable - by Gawen - 11-14-2016, 01:55 AM
RE: getting sick of predictable - by Sunjata - 11-14-2016, 02:08 AM
RE: getting sick of predictability - by Gawen - 11-14-2016, 03:14 AM
RE: getting sick of predictability - by Sunjata - 11-14-2016, 03:33 AM

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