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07-26-2013, 11:47 PM
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CIRCE Hearing her name uttered, floating upon the thin, icy air of the too early morning, Circe turned and gazed upon a curious mare with kind, if somewhat trepidatious, ruby eyes. The shadowmere took several moments to study the new arrival, something stirring in her memory as she gazed into something familiar about grey swirls of patchwork that adorned her herd-mate; something nagged in the back of Circe’s head, insisting that she had seen this mare before, but couldn’t recall where. The cold and the exhaustion in the depth of her breast, however, numbed the work of her mind; there was no stroke of brilliance that came to the sorceress, and Circe finally decided to put the matter to rest. There was work to be doing. Hearing the name of her comrade, Circe merely nodded, acknowledging her with a faint “Mmmh,” in the back of her throat; she then promptly turned, her pace brisk and purposeful, fully expecting Hana to follow in her wake to the borders of their land. It may have been somewhat rude to snub her patrol mate in such a fashion, but her limbs were aching with sleep, and Circe feared she may drift off into a doze at any second. With a lash of her tail, she attempted to bring greater focus to herself; a firefly landed on her ear, and she turned her focus on the gentle weight of it for brief moments. Eventually, as the warmth of the firefly’s light engulfed her spirit, Circe felt the beginnings of guilt to spread from some tiny seed of doubt in her mind. It was not right to treat her herdmate like this; they were comrades in arms, were they not? Should they not at least attempt to foster some sort of alliance with each other? It was necessity that brought them together this morning, but should they not take the initiative and find some sort of companionship within each other’s hearts? With this thought in mind, Circe desperately cast for something to say and break the ice between her heart and Hana’s mild presence. “Do…do you have any family, Hana?” she attempted, her throaty voice seemingly melting into the pinprick of light just attempting to break through the darkness. |
