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06-28-2013, 05:03 AM
And suddenly, motion returned to the world. Limbs carried bodies forth, settling into an easy rhythm; where the snow had not already coated the ground, Mauja left a brushing of frost, a scatter of pale crystals to mark his path. White breath steamed into the air, and steamed from bodies, too, and even if the blue-cast stud had not wanted to admit to being affected by the cold, Mauja was glad that he was moving. If Lena's expression was anything to go by, she was somewhat relieved, too. He closed his eyes for a moment, remaining by her side, a white shadow. He couldn't explain why her presence filled him with such a stupid sense of safety, and Irma couldn't offer any wisdom either. She simply shrugged in her own way and kept on her wings, looking out for anyone who should not associate him with the Basin. The silence broke to the stranger's query, and Mauja simply hitched his head up higher, peering at him across Lena's back. Did it matter? Of course it did. A slight smile curled his lips as Lena replied, speaking of the Basin in that whimsical voice of hers – as if her words could lend beauty to everything. And perhaps they could, but he knew, in his heart, that he did not want to hear her praise war and bloodshed... Because it would mean she'd fallen too far, and while he had been grateful for the aid of her in the defense of their homeland, he wanted to leave something untouched in this world. Something that was still beautiful, and vaguely innocent, not ruined by the black greed infesting the Basin. He knew what it was. He knew that it was there. He urged it along, but held it back from her. Closed his eyes for a step or two, smothered the conflict, and then opened them again, still simply watching in silence. He had nothing to add, for now, but a slight half-grin formed on his face. Blue Duck. What a name, what a day. And how can you say that your truth is better than ours?
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