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11-22-2012, 11:52 PM
BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
Had the headmistress offered her thoughts outloud to a silently following lad, they might be mimicked by an echoing response that laced no similarity to that of stone. Midas also felt the weight of innocent souls upon his breast; they felt just as heavy as the magical collar around his shoulders. Choices that he had chosen to wear with pride and honor, as one would hope every soul did in their lifetime or the next. After the meeting, questions, and chatter, he had watched from a standing point in the crowd as Kri took her leave from the group. Midas wanted to speak with his sultana. Attention sought her until chocolate body disappeared from sight. Turning to Cera he told standing youth kindly, “to head for Oasis and await his arrival”; after assuring his words met agreement, Midas trotted round to catch up with Kri.
She had already dropped her composure long before he caught up, body slowed to a quiet walk; muffled sand ridden steps did nothing to announce approach, so he snorted out a soft nicker so not to catch her unaware. Approaching with dipped skull as was polite and proper for her rank he murmured, “Sultana,” breathing out, “I have reason to speak, if you can spare a moment?” Gaze remained low, resisting the urge to gage her response by looking up, and instead awaiting approval or rejection. Magic had only come to him during the change of seasons; its threads were woven much tighter than before. In summary, he was confident in ability to assist in construction of her wall.
She had already dropped her composure long before he caught up, body slowed to a quiet walk; muffled sand ridden steps did nothing to announce approach, so he snorted out a soft nicker so not to catch her unaware. Approaching with dipped skull as was polite and proper for her rank he murmured, “Sultana,” breathing out, “I have reason to speak, if you can spare a moment?” Gaze remained low, resisting the urge to gage her response by looking up, and instead awaiting approval or rejection. Magic had only come to him during the change of seasons; its threads were woven much tighter than before. In summary, he was confident in ability to assist in construction of her wall.
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