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09-05-2012, 09:45 PM
It was an odd feeling, traveling up into the Foothills after a night spent outside of them. Knowing she'd left with turmoil in her wake, obligations left unfulfilled but doing her best to delegate some tasks. Quietly she wondered how they were doing, Ricochet and Kimber. Gunslinger's children, so alike to him and yet so different. For a moment she mulled over them, their similarities and their differences, and then blinked when the voice of Paladin reached her ears, speaking her name.
Her dark eyes focused on him in the early dawn's light, ears tilting forward. There was authority in his voice, as there ever had been. Even when he claimed to be no more than a warrior, willing to serve and uninterested in leading. False claims, evidently. Her tail swished against her haunches, barely brushing the gentle swell of her belly. She'd distantly heard Indy's cutting words the day before, words that had wounded her where Paladin's had not. Indy had been her friend, once upon a time. And if he thought less of her for doing what she'd been forced into? It had been just a few degrees away from rape, and she'd been obliging because she'd seen no other way to save her herd. A herd who did not appreciate the gesture.
She did not bother to hurry her pace, but neither did she slow it. It was a steady clip, an easy fast walk. Paladin could wait those moments more. "Paladin," she acknowled as she drew closer, only to halt a few strides away. "You were the one to ask to talk originally, before Ricochet complicated matters. It is easier to speak when there are not others to constantly chime in with their thoughts on the matter." Her voice was calm and even, much as it always was.
Her dark eyes focused on him in the early dawn's light, ears tilting forward. There was authority in his voice, as there ever had been. Even when he claimed to be no more than a warrior, willing to serve and uninterested in leading. False claims, evidently. Her tail swished against her haunches, barely brushing the gentle swell of her belly. She'd distantly heard Indy's cutting words the day before, words that had wounded her where Paladin's had not. Indy had been her friend, once upon a time. And if he thought less of her for doing what she'd been forced into? It had been just a few degrees away from rape, and she'd been obliging because she'd seen no other way to save her herd. A herd who did not appreciate the gesture.
She did not bother to hurry her pace, but neither did she slow it. It was a steady clip, an easy fast walk. Paladin could wait those moments more. "Paladin," she acknowled as she drew closer, only to halt a few strides away. "You were the one to ask to talk originally, before Ricochet complicated matters. It is easier to speak when there are not others to constantly chime in with their thoughts on the matter." Her voice was calm and even, much as it always was.
