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08-13-2013, 03:42 PM
Some small spark of pleasure woke within her when he began to trail after her, whatever his reasons. There was some hope after all, that their delicate relationship of almost friendship had not fallen to ashes amongst the snow.
A small smile tugged her lips at his comment. "No," she agreed with a small incline of her head. "But you suggested I tell you what I would. So I gave you a condensed version, with the thought that knowledge begets understanding." She kept to herself that she'd been able to sense the tension, whatever his outward appearance. A lifetime of living in a war-wrecked land lent itself to developing that sort of survival instinct. Knowing what the sort of tension that preceded violence felt like, even if it wasn't from herself.
An ear tilted back toward the Frostheart as he seemed to make an attempt at smalltalk again, clutching on to the knowledge of her child's divine parenting. "More like cousin, but yes. I bore the Sun a daughter to quell his anger. Her name is Israfel, and I try my best to teach her patience and compassion." Her gaze flicked back to Mauja, tilting her head to regard him better, and revealing the golden marking upon her neck intentionally this time. "He left his brand on me in return."
A small smile tugged her lips at his comment. "No," she agreed with a small incline of her head. "But you suggested I tell you what I would. So I gave you a condensed version, with the thought that knowledge begets understanding." She kept to herself that she'd been able to sense the tension, whatever his outward appearance. A lifetime of living in a war-wrecked land lent itself to developing that sort of survival instinct. Knowing what the sort of tension that preceded violence felt like, even if it wasn't from herself.
An ear tilted back toward the Frostheart as he seemed to make an attempt at smalltalk again, clutching on to the knowledge of her child's divine parenting. "More like cousin, but yes. I bore the Sun a daughter to quell his anger. Her name is Israfel, and I try my best to teach her patience and compassion." Her gaze flicked back to Mauja, tilting her head to regard him better, and revealing the golden marking upon her neck intentionally this time. "He left his brand on me in return."
