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11-11-2012, 04:26 PM
BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
“I am fine,” she uttered, though tone seemed cool to him. Gaze softened and traveled across delicate facial features, golden pits in obvious need of reassurance. She did appear physically and even emotionally, ‘fine,’ but he couldn’t help to wonder, was she honestly as strong on the outside as within? His attempts at seeing past composure were in vain; this man could see nothing beyond what she showed readily him, he simply could not read into her like others. It was frustrating really. Never had he spent so much time with a woman and still knew so little about her.
“I live here with my sister and several other outcasts. I find it more comfortable than living in the Throat.”
The reason behind her and Ophelia leaving was never clear, perhaps because he purposely stayed away from politics. Reasons had already passed judgment, it no longer mattered why. Only…. Midas closed his eyes and turned face toward darkened forest behind her, “The herd lost two great warriors when your steps changed path, neither can be replaced—I….” orbs opened, and he paused.
“I miss you.”
Pushing a small smile frontward he pretended like the beat in voice had never changed, “I have a child now, Cera—he was orphaned just before the settling of Frostfall,” the mental image of his spirited son fluttered through inner mind. Just talking about him lightened the tone of vocal, “Your young one should be ready for flight come warmer weather; is he in need of a teacher?” Assuming that Hototo’s flight feathers were coming in as normal, her child should be ready for a lesson or two when spring finally did return.
“I live here with my sister and several other outcasts. I find it more comfortable than living in the Throat.”
The reason behind her and Ophelia leaving was never clear, perhaps because he purposely stayed away from politics. Reasons had already passed judgment, it no longer mattered why. Only…. Midas closed his eyes and turned face toward darkened forest behind her, “The herd lost two great warriors when your steps changed path, neither can be replaced—I….” orbs opened, and he paused.
“I miss you.”
Pushing a small smile frontward he pretended like the beat in voice had never changed, “I have a child now, Cera—he was orphaned just before the settling of Frostfall,” the mental image of his spirited son fluttered through inner mind. Just talking about him lightened the tone of vocal, “Your young one should be ready for flight come warmer weather; is he in need of a teacher?” Assuming that Hototo’s flight feathers were coming in as normal, her child should be ready for a lesson or two when spring finally did return.
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