09-22-2011, 01:23 PM
The blindfold came down and Orin was thrown into darkness, but there were still scents and sounds all around her that let her know she was still in d’Arte, still safe. She followed Shawchert’s lead, walking precariously through the forest, all semblance of grace lost, but even when she stumbled she remained chipper. It went something like this every time: trip, stumble, warm arms, giggle.
Then she felt Shawchert’s cue to stop, ears twitching as she speculated on where he had taken her, and what he was doing now. She heard him unpacking some things but didn’t know what it was – well, food, obviously, but other than that she wasn’t sure. She heard a scrape and a hiss, and knew a flame had sparked. A moment later she could smell the melting wax and charred wick – a candle – and a shock of excitement ran through her. She couldn’t hold back the girlish snicker.
Fingers tickled the back of her neck, and then the blindfold was off. “Ooh!” she exclaimed as she looked at the spread. The candle flickered gaily in the evening breeze, its warm light bouncing off of the romantic evening picnic Shawchert arranged for her. Bright yellow eyes looked at Shawchert, her smile bringing the sun to the night, and then she turned in a slow, wondrous circle as she looked at her surroundings.
“Where are we? I’ve never been here before.” She knew they were still in d’Arte, but there were still many wondrous places in her own pack lands that she had never seen. She stopped when she faced the pool. Starlight glances off the surface of glassy waters, and she stared in wonder. “It’s so pretty…” She marveled for a moment before turning back to their dinner and taking a seat on one of the cushions. She folded her legs to the side and stared at the meal, equally as entranced with the sight of the food. A small murmur of approval came from her as she looked it all over, her stomach practically growling at the sight.
“It all looks so… What is that?” she interrupted herself mid sentence as her eyes finally caught sight of the book. She blinked, her mouth going dry as a part of her – a part she tried desperately to forget – flooded to the fore. She stared at the book for a long moment, then turned her gaze to Shawchert, her countenance illegible. “What’s that doing here?” Her voice was flat, small. For a moment she looked stunned, but it was obvious when something sank into her psyche and her ears laid back, eyes darkening. Whatever emotion she was feeling was unreadable, but it was obvious that it wasn’t good either.
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Then she felt Shawchert’s cue to stop, ears twitching as she speculated on where he had taken her, and what he was doing now. She heard him unpacking some things but didn’t know what it was – well, food, obviously, but other than that she wasn’t sure. She heard a scrape and a hiss, and knew a flame had sparked. A moment later she could smell the melting wax and charred wick – a candle – and a shock of excitement ran through her. She couldn’t hold back the girlish snicker.
Fingers tickled the back of her neck, and then the blindfold was off. “Ooh!” she exclaimed as she looked at the spread. The candle flickered gaily in the evening breeze, its warm light bouncing off of the romantic evening picnic Shawchert arranged for her. Bright yellow eyes looked at Shawchert, her smile bringing the sun to the night, and then she turned in a slow, wondrous circle as she looked at her surroundings.
“Where are we? I’ve never been here before.” She knew they were still in d’Arte, but there were still many wondrous places in her own pack lands that she had never seen. She stopped when she faced the pool. Starlight glances off the surface of glassy waters, and she stared in wonder. “It’s so pretty…” She marveled for a moment before turning back to their dinner and taking a seat on one of the cushions. She folded her legs to the side and stared at the meal, equally as entranced with the sight of the food. A small murmur of approval came from her as she looked it all over, her stomach practically growling at the sight.
“It all looks so… What is that?” she interrupted herself mid sentence as her eyes finally caught sight of the book. She blinked, her mouth going dry as a part of her – a part she tried desperately to forget – flooded to the fore. She stared at the book for a long moment, then turned her gaze to Shawchert, her countenance illegible. “What’s that doing here?” Her voice was flat, small. For a moment she looked stunned, but it was obvious when something sank into her psyche and her ears laid back, eyes darkening. Whatever emotion she was feeling was unreadable, but it was obvious that it wasn’t good either.
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