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When the boy appears she does not know enough to be concerned, is not aware enough to question if perhaps everything is not alright. The girl is too caught up in her revelation, too emboldened and empowered by the force of her realization; she turns around with a dazzling grin emblazoned upon the crescent face, a laugh which quickly subdues to a smile. Dust is raised in the speed of her motion, embers sent flying in the wake of her mane; she is illuminant in the fading light, radiant with enthusiasm and a newfound thirst for life.
Her lips do not open to voice a response, but her welcome of Rhoa is clear in her eyes. She is blissfully unaware of the turmoil in the boy's mind, yet as she watches something settles, slowly subdues in the fury of her heart. Fierce expressions soften and fade, ardent eyes searching the smaller boy, raking over his youthful form, wondering what secrets lurk within his mind. She has spent little time with her Leaders' child (children? Where is the other one?) but she knows from the maze that he is brave, if a little bit savage.
She likes him, she decides.
Slender limbs pivot back toward the lake, cream dusted kitsune hot on her heels. The girl has never been skilled with dialogue, and that deficiency shines evident as her pitch voice stains the air. "Are you ready?" she asks, though for what is not evident- adventure? Excitement? Another dull day of patrolling the mist? Patrolling is never the highlight of activities. The girl counts herself fortunate that she has encountered no coupling on her trips through the grove, though she cannot but confess her curiosity to Natraj. The small boy chortles, his laughter a bark- What do you know? she snorts, distressed by the concept that her sibling may know more than she. Had vixens, the boy shoots back. Don't tell you everything. She groans. Gross.
She forces her mind back to the boy. This silent conversation is not for him; he is a child, impressionable, impassioned, to be nurtured and led and taught, not left behind. Not the way Mother left us... again the girl shakes her head. This is the start of a new beginning. This is the beginning of a new tale.
Abruptly, brightly, she turns back to Rhoa. "What do you know of our history?" she asks, the question a square bullet aimed straight for his heart. So many, she has learned, do not know the stories, the legends of what happened, of how they reached this point in time. Even she is not universally informed; her knowledge has holes she knows she must fill. Perhaps that will be their next adventure. To learn the truth of the entire world.
[ patrol time! unexpected life changing moment ]
THE FIREDANCER
for it was I who walked among the falling stars, and did not burn
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