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01-14-2013, 03:22 PM
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I might normally have greeted a friend - so many friends I have, suddenly! - with a gentle touch, but I remember thinking that Phae seemed flighty before. She stood now with more confidence than I had seen previously, but still I resist the urge to bump my muzzle to her shoulder in greeting. I would not want to make her uncomfortable. Instead, I look her over, finding mixed results. As I mentioned, she is more confident, and seems much more comfortable in her own skin and in my presence. But there are obvious battle wounds: a scratch on a leg, barely-healed wings. How in the world does she continue to be injured? An uncertain, "Oh?" interrupts my mental questioning, and I offer a smile and a kind laugh. "Nothing bad, Phae, just wondering where and how you've been..." My vocals trail as something of the old Phaedra (did I know her well enough to call her that?) passes over her features. Fear, perhaps, and anxiety, for a certainty. I frown, concern furrowing my brow and coloring my orbs. "Of course, I will always offer an ear to a friend," I assure her, tossing my head in the direction of the borders. I presume that she does not want to be around the herd in the oasis, and there are few enough spots there that would grant us time alone. I begin to walk, aware of an angrily chattering bird overhead. I glance up, wanting to inquire about the creature, but I also do not want to be rude. Clearly, Phae needs a kind ear, and I would not keep her from talking. I find myself wondering how I have managed to become the shoulder to cry on, not that I am complaining. In fact, I am very glad that my friends have come to trust me with their problems. I enjoy being able to calm them, to give advice, to offer support. It truly makes me days worth living, and I am glad that Phaedra has joined the ranks of my friends. Briefly, I question how long I can get by without talking of my own problems. But I push them away, as always, making room for everyone else's. For if I only have to think about others, then I will never have to face my own fears. "What's wrong, Phae? You seem..." She seems what? I scramble for a word. "Anxious." |
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"Talk talk talk." |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
