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08-11-2015, 08:15 PM
He felt the weight of crimson eyes upon himself and looked up, gazing warily at the approaching mare. It was rare to be approached. Usually he was the one who barged up to others, badgering them about arcane secrets and pointers on how to become a decent soldier, hanging at the heels of those older and more experienced than himself. Wiser too, perhaps, but Cathun was hesitant when it came to dish out praise on that department. Few of the tottering idiots he had met so far could even be praised as intelligent, and the exceptions had been sage enough to avoid crossing his path longer than they had to. None, of course, had been able to provide the answers he really wanted.
Now, this exception to the general rule. She looked vaguely familiar but Cathun couldn't quite place her anywhere in his mind. It was more like the memory of a scent, the lingering fragments of a dream, a knowing ache in the muscles of the legs, the back, the head... He shrugged it off as imagination and smiled instead at the girl, eying her with covert appreciation. Dark, graceful but by Gods, did she have body! This was far better than the wispy little waifs that tittered by lakes and streams he sometimes passed, too thin to be healthy and eying him as if he was a piece of meat on legs.
With a brow raised he tossed the damp curls of the rich mane to one side, grin widening as he addressed the approaching vision, knowing all too well that he had enough looks to match her otherworldly charm.
"A visit, how nice. What owes me this pleasure?"
He had no doubt it would be. Not as long as he was allowed to keep his eyes open.
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