04-01-2011, 03:55 PM
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"What are you doing ?" The words came out strained, almost silent in their struggle to question the unquestionable leader. It was clear what was happening. Individually the actions, the words he spoke, his face... it all meant nothing standing alone but together they painted a very terrifying picture. Ruby gaze darted from the items discarded on the ground, the utter disregard for his once loved living quarters. And to the small pile of items that had made the cut, items to be kept, to be transported to another life. If this was routine, if he was only moving them to another home within Dahlia de Mai than there was no need for the palpable strain between them. There would have been no need for him to turn from her and tell her that this was not a sight for her knowing eyes. If this was innocent than an audience would have been welcome. Why was she so unwelcome just then? Why did that horrid stone of anxiety sudden swell up in her stomach? The girl thought of turning. Thought of leaving as he had requested more with his manner than his words. And she almost did so, because who was she to barge in on Conor Soul? Yet her unsure feet stayed glued to the spot, blood colored eyes never leaving the man's back, which he had turned to her. Surely this was not as it looked. Surely there was another explanation. Something she did not understand. And if not, then it was all the more imperative that she stay. That she question. That she call to reason this small moment of madness between them. She was the Gamma after all, he had placed her there. Surely with her next words she wasn't doing anything more than the job he had appointed her, guardian of Dahlia de Mai. "What are you doing ?" Loud and clear and so out for character for the soft spoken fairy child. "Where are you going ?" |