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01-15-2013, 09:14 PM
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"We've been apart far too long, my dear," he says, and the whisper sends a shiver up my spine. For a moment, I long for nothing more than Note and the seclusion of the woods, but with Azeen nearby, that simply will not do. I tuck the feeling away in my memory, smiling at Note as I do so. There are so many new emotions that I have experienced with him, and so many that I have yet to become familiar with. Luckily, we have all the time in the world. Or so I pray. My attention returns to the youngling. "Well, I- um, got lost without you or Leander, so here I am... I guess." I frown. I had entrusted the stallion with her care, when I had accompanied the pair to the Throat. That was before I had joined, before I had wanted to settle down, before Note... what in the world must he think of all this? And how could the once-lead of the Throat leave an innocent flicka on her own, even if he were no longer there? Why would he not have made sure that she was safe? I had not trusted him on our first meeting, but now a strong dislike was growing in my mind. I was careful, though, not to let the emotions play across my face. I hadn't much experience with foals, but I was sure of one thing: they would pick up quickly on the emotions of the adults that they were with. We turn into our parents, you know, as I have seen happen time and time again. For that, at least, I am grateful - and more thankful still that I have yet to meet my parents' untimely end. "I'm sorry that you were lost, Azeen," I say solemnly. "Had I known that you would be left on your own, I would have insisted that you stay with me." Perhaps she is too young to understand such sentiments, but I have to say it. "But come along now, and I - we," I glance to Note, my eyes a question. "will take you home." |
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"Talk talk talk." |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
