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 She wasn’t sure what pleased her more, the acceptance of her invitation or that he didn’t balk at the mention of hazards, of perils, of pinnacles and uncertainties. Had she found a strong, unwavering soul, coated in knighthood qualities, suited for the arch of calamities, enmity and rancor? Had she discovered a creature worth his weight in gold, in valor, in protection and salvation? Could he carry a shield, could he fight their foes, could he alter his movements into gallant, intrepid enlightenment? Or was he someone long acquainted with menace, pitfalls and jeopardy, embraced time and time again by insecurity and jeopardy, greeting malice like an old friend, a constant companion? The notions coiled further into her curiosities and inquiries, but she refused to voice any of them, dipping her head in a collected bow in acquiescence of his confirmation and undertaking. Regal cranium raised, words followed suit, warbling and trilling, fine birdsong where it’d been absent for stretches of time, fluttering wings not knowing when to appear without the sun’s warm guidance. “I’m very glad.” She smiled again, expressed the truth of her phrase, corners of her mouth tugged into a grand grin that showered all of her delicacies, all of her candor, all of her compassion for this newfound creature embraced into their cold, arduous depths. Lena’s eyes caught the graceful sanctity of Imogen bounding towards the path from whence they’d come, arrival now dictating a return, only with another soul amidst their tender abyss. Her motions pursued the kitsune, ensnared by the swinging tails, the sinuous bending of playful, whimsical movement, syllables waltzing amongst the vapor to shower Leovan with the same gestures. “Follow me!” Here would start another chapter to his journey, and she could provide the genesis, the culmination of his long, weary crusade with the dance into the darkness, towards rising mountains and monoliths. Lena</style> |
