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08-07-2016, 06:53 PM
She hovered on the edge of the cliff with bated breath, eyes glued to the lonesome figure of the stallion as she waited or him to begin his tale - or tell her to go jump into the sea and leave him alone. Either option was likely, she had no frame of reference upon which to build expectations when it came to Mauja. Maybe that would change with this conversation, maybe nothing would ever change and he would remain a familiar stranger to her, a living ghost in their midst. She didn't know, she didn't know, and oh how she desired to change that! Ah, but the deciding moment had arrived, and to her apparent delight the man began to peel back the pages of history, revealing to her snippets of his own past - and the past of her homeland, one that was foreign and strange and tantalizingly different from what she had come to love. The barely perceptible silences between words, as he drew for breath, were engulfed by the thrumming of her own heart, loud and violent in her ears. This. This was what she loved more than anything in this world. To listen and learn, explore hidden truths and discover depths in the world and in her own self she could never have imagined before. Mauja told her to decide from where he should begin the story but that was a dangerous thing to do, because how could she not crave all of it, from the beginning - even if that meant going back to the very creation of the world itself. The look she gave him was impatient, teetering and only just on the right side of polite as she replied. "Then, tell me everything you know from the time you arrived here the first time. Please? I think I need to know, if I am to be of use as a Seer some day." It was a slip of the tongue, the accidental revelation of a dream she had not been aware that she had. But even as she words rolled off her tongue Erthë knew them to be true; she did wish to take up Alune's mantle one day, wanted to stand next to the King and convey the words of their Goddess. It was a realization that almost took her attention away from the waiting history lesson, so suddenly had it come to her... Almost, but the surprise did not linger for long, and soon the pale eyes were focused on Mauja once more, curious to hear what he was about to tell her. to the sound of a drum |
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