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yael
In her innocent good-will, she shows him what he wishes to avoid – her brows furrow together first in confusion, followed quickly by a sadness and loss. Odd, perhaps, for a man she knew technically very little of, but he had been exceedingly kind to her when her world turned upside down, and that sort of thing she always remembers.
He calls the Edge dreadful and her ears fall a little – not in anger, no never in anger – but again, in pity that he felt he had no other option left to him. “Ah, Tooloose… I veesh I xad known you vere unxappy…” lilting tones drift off as she scrutinizes the gelding, wondering if she’d just been blind, too wrapped up in herself, or if this was a sudden decision. Better yet, what caused him to call the pine-and-cliff land dreadful? But her sentiment-laced statement is genuine, and her words are true “Lyanna shall mees you too,” she says gently, attempting to remind the wanderer that if nothing else, he did have more than one friendly face in his old home.
She blushes, though it goes unnoticed in the dark. “You are too kind. I vish you to be vell, Touloose, and safe, and t’at ve may meet again, yes?” She pauses, allowing him to turn away from her before murmuring quietly in the language of her people, ”Le’ hitraot.” Goodbye. Iona goes unnoticed, hidden in the shadows, and she passes Tembovu on his way out of the gate – but he pays her no attention, and she gives him none in return.
You can’t make everyone happy in a herd – but what was it that could make someone call it dreadful?
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
live by love, though the stars walk backwards
@Toulouse
@Tembovu
@Iona
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