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05-30-2013, 03:21 AM
She calls, and they come. They come without hesitation, stilling only long enough to listen to her before musing their concerns. You linger amidst the shadows, listening, watching, looking for the faces that you have come to know, taking count on those that you do not see. There is warmth pressed to your side suddenly, and you look to the golden boy with a backwards glance, lips pulling into something like a smile. If only he knew the depth of the nothing that you feel for him, while you remain his stars and moon; if only he could understand. Impatience is clear within the lines of his aging face, but you do not indulge; you know nothing of magic, nothing of the ways helping. And so you linger, as you have always done, straying from the sight of those that follow her call. But he does not; your golden dancer breaks from the shadow of your body to join them, as if he belongs in a home that was never meant for him. You sigh, kaleidoscope eyes snapping to the small, familiar form of a grulla mare as she speaks your name, of leaving. It is only then that you sigh, feel your legs creak into motion to fill the space that you had kept for selfish reasons, and though you find her side soon enough, you offer only a weak smile at best. He joins you, your tiny darkling, though you both remain quiet amongst the declarations of intentions, the murmurings and smiles and affection exchanged amongst the family that you still barely knew. Unlike them, you feel that your staying is enough, your eyes falling to the scales of her form, still foreign and strange to you. It is enough, for you to want to learn. |
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