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10-02-2015, 12:23 PM
i am the vanguard of your destruction
[ Wrapping this up on Mau's end. ]
Well. So much for his offer—no one seemed to really have heard him, but.. what could he do about that, really? Shout again? Maybe they didn't want new homes—maybe they weren't ready, so suddenly torn from all they had known and loved, however corrupted it had been. And maybe, they would remember that voice in the back of their head when the time came that they felt the need for safety—family—love—and maybe, they would come to the Edge and seek it there.
Tembovu's praise of his rather ineffective action was silenced by the presence of another. At first Mauja didn't recognize her, but a second later it dawned on him who it was, and the clouds in his pale gaze scattered. "Ah," he simply said, something light in his voice. So... the pretty lady and his Glazier had found more time to spend with one another after their little meet'n'greet in the Threshold. There was an act of claiming in the way the great head ran over her slimmer back, and Mauja felt a slight smile curl his lips. He didn't know what it was or where it came from, but it was cute. "Rexanna." That was her name, right? Way to go if it wasn't—but he met so many all the time, all over the place, he couldn't keep track of them all.
And apparently, the cute little couple wanted some time alone, because she began to drew away, asking Tembovu to go with her. "I suppose I'll see you two around," he said with a slight wink, nudging Tembovu's shoulder with his own in passing, before moving away across the shimmering flats. If the God had promised peace one could only hope it would last. Mauja had long ago lost his faith but could it hurt to believe, just for once..?
[ @Rexanna @Tembovu || Mauja out! ]
Well. So much for his offer—no one seemed to really have heard him, but.. what could he do about that, really? Shout again? Maybe they didn't want new homes—maybe they weren't ready, so suddenly torn from all they had known and loved, however corrupted it had been. And maybe, they would remember that voice in the back of their head when the time came that they felt the need for safety—family—love—and maybe, they would come to the Edge and seek it there.
Tembovu's praise of his rather ineffective action was silenced by the presence of another. At first Mauja didn't recognize her, but a second later it dawned on him who it was, and the clouds in his pale gaze scattered. "Ah," he simply said, something light in his voice. So... the pretty lady and his Glazier had found more time to spend with one another after their little meet'n'greet in the Threshold. There was an act of claiming in the way the great head ran over her slimmer back, and Mauja felt a slight smile curl his lips. He didn't know what it was or where it came from, but it was cute. "Rexanna." That was her name, right? Way to go if it wasn't—but he met so many all the time, all over the place, he couldn't keep track of them all.
And apparently, the cute little couple wanted some time alone, because she began to drew away, asking Tembovu to go with her. "I suppose I'll see you two around," he said with a slight wink, nudging Tembovu's shoulder with his own in passing, before moving away across the shimmering flats. If the God had promised peace one could only hope it would last. Mauja had long ago lost his faith but could it hurt to believe, just for once..?
[ @Rexanna @Tembovu || Mauja out! ]
