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Her fingers shook, lightly as if they held the same butterfly wings that she stomach did. Mati closed her eyes, pleading with her body to grow as strong as her feelings had. While her mind worried, her heart ached, their reasoning completely opposite. Nimble creative hands held the small leather string, her purple yes scanning it for imperfections. She had again and again, her mind knew and yet her heart looked once more for anything that might not be complete and imperfect. With a huffed sigh she drew her fingers around it, holding it hidden from sight.
The Major had no mirror, but drew the brush through her mane in the hopes of taming its wild waves and looking her very best. Again she looked at her palm with fingers outstretched, it shook less and her stomach felt better then before. Maybe she was ready… just maybe, she was.
Her mind told her of the small possibility of rejection. Her heart yearned for the possible acceptance. The center of her chest pained at the thought of living another night, spending another day separated from the chocolate female. It was too much for the sensitive organ of hers to be without the lover and the friend. And yet, there was insecurity that she could not shake toying with her mind. She was never more confident then at the side of the Marino female, so why did she falter now?
With her intensions secure, and her plan in place Mati walked from her room and closed the door as she left. It was tidy, organized by her jitters and a need to keep busy in the early hours of the day but she still closed it off to the rest of the world. Not allowing her thoughts to become too involved she made a beeline for the stairs. Floors separated them, not even just walls and door but stairs and a ceiling. Mati’s long legs took the stairs two at a time without hesitation, and then before she knew it she was at the door of Cambria’s door. The words were laid out, ready for her tongue to speak them but now that she stared at wooden panels that she had stared at time and time before they slipped her mind. A hand rose, and her knuckles touched the cold wood once, then twice. And then... she waited.
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