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08-06-2012, 01:40 PM
Cysaro is as comforting as stone.
It makes Jaydan smile. It reminds him of his general, and that brings familiarity and warmth into his cold, shattered heart. He supposes he'd feel extremely awkward too if a stranger started blubbering as he is. Suddenly feeling immensely uncomfortable Jaydan turns his gaze away, head lifting to show some measure of strength, hollow as it was, and wings reshuffling on his backside. He hopes that by looking better than he feels, the strange air will pass between them. His voice is tight, his eyes prickling. He must not cry he chants to himself. "Yes." Jaydan manages to croak. To what he agrees is uncertain. The first of it, the end of it, all of it? Turn your sadness to anger. Jaydan has never been one prone to a temper. Perhaps a loss of testicles does that to a horse, although he supposes plenty of mares are equally angry. Still, could he manage that? Is that what it would take? He glances back at the warrior so gruffly standing by his side. He thinks there is much unspoken about this one, but there is a companionship here that he feels. A connection with this stoic, wounded thing of a fighter. Keep fighting. Yes, he can do that. It's what he's always done. It's what Luin more or less told him to do when he was falling through the sky. It doesn't make it any easier though. He sighs, his heart constricting or so it feels. A quick shake tosses his mane around his nape and then he brushes away all these cobwebs on his mind. "Come, fly," he motions to the stranger, wings spreading. The air is one place where Jaydan almost feels like he can go fast enough and escape himself. Maybe tonight, he'll succeed. [kinda figured we could wrap it up here? ^^]  |
