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She was lost for a good long moment in her own world, those strange inverted eyes staring peacefully out across the ripples of the ocean, probably into a world that nobody else could comprehend. If her thoughts were unpleasant, the woman's face did not show it, for she smiled pensively at nothing in particular. The welcome cry seemed out of the blue, and in response, Alaine jolted; Mind drawn back into her body, the lovely lady froze, eyes swiftly fixing upon the nearing stranger.
She didn't recognize him, for his scent was nearly masked by the ocean, and his friendly sky-blue eyes were too far away to notice of yet. All Alaine saw was a tall, broad-shouldered youth, approaching her without hesitation. Stiffening, she felt adrenaline prepare her body for anything, knew that her protection from Cour Des Miracles had been lost when she'd wandered beyond their borders...
Then the stranger spoke, and was a stranger no more.
" Daisuke? Daisuke!" The hands that had unwittingly fisted at her sides fell loose, and she waded forth, one hand lifted to rest upon the lad's shoulder as her eyes scanned him up and down. The smile on the collie lady's face was radiant, her eyes dancing with joy. Though she could not bring herself to hug him, the contact of her palm spoke in volumes.
" Look at you - So tall and handsome now!"
Her pretty eyes laughed up at the boy, who was now nearly a full head taller than her. She clucked her tongue in a motherly way, gaze flitting over all the piercings, the tattoos, the spiked hair that had fallen loose with water. For a moment, she seemed about to hug him in joy, but as always, the impulse didn't come. But of all males (apart from her son, of course), it was surely of this golden-pelted youth that she felt strongest. He had saved her life, and her son's life, after all.
" It has only been, what, a month? I see that you've kept in good health. Caillen is recovering... We are treated well here, Daisuke. I want for it to become his home."
For a moment, her melodic voice seemed to drop, eyes shadowed slightly at some unspoken burden as her hand dropped away from the other's shoulder. And, as always when such thoughts plagued her, fingers rose to rub absently at the deep scars on her left shoulder, wounds that would never heal to cover the four angry pink slashes. But the moment passed quickly, and her soft smile returned again.
" Tell me, how have you been? Surely, Daisuke, you have some interesting tales to tell a house-bound mother, yes?"
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