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12-22-2016, 08:42 PM
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"Arah" The whisper came to his lover only moments before his lips made gentle contact with her whither. Perhaps he hoped her masses of perfectly combed hair would hide his kiss or the pine needles would be screening enough, or perhaps he wished to show any and all who gathered just who owned his heart. His arrival had been slightly late compared to the rest of the group, only managing to slink in just when his little friend Gawen placed himself at the back. Peering downwards at his beloved daughter snuggled deeply into her mothers shoulder the stag smiled a great smile - he could not be prouder of his beautiful family. There were others who stood in the crowd alone though and it saddened Tilney greatly to see them without such happiness, without that great pride. Gawen was one of them and the one they called Graasvoel he recalled meeting when they had encountered that awful spirit in the thorns. There was one more, a woman bathed in smoke who he did not know the name of. "Gawen!" Tilney spoke in a loud whisper, creeping around the back of the gathering to his small friend before the stories commenced. "Isn't it sad that some who have come to listen to the stories dont have anyone to sit with?" the ginger murmured to the boy, hoping he might teach him a thing or two about kindness, and also about being unafraid to make friends. With a gesture into the crowd, Tilney hoped to encourage Gawen to follow him. He was not afraid to sit in the front or the middle, or next to a stranger for that matter - it was story time! "Good evening Graasvoel!" Tilney chirped as he took the empty space under the gentlemans wing. "My friend Gawen and I would like to join you" As he took his place, the verdant gaze of the doctor once again found the warrior who had previously arrived smoke-cloaked and he sent a smile her way, a silent offer to join the bunch of would-be-loners. |
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Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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