Faces painted in the sand

Tala Djose · 12-31-2010, 05:01 AM

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Tala had never been fortunate enough to know how her parents had met. She had been to young to even think about asking such questions when things went awry. After her Father's murder, her Mother's sorrow had been so strong asking her such personal questions of the male was almost cruel. She had died with such stories and Tala looked back upon it with a slight pain that she did not have such lovely tales past on to her. Her mother had never told her what it was like to find someone you loved that was not of kin. A love that was purely just that simple, love. It was not a family's love that was instantaneous upon birth, but something that grew and was souly intimate between two people. Not a family, just two who chose to be with each other for who they were.

She blinked as he motioned to the freshly discovered owl. It was small, small enough to be completely tucked away in her hands if she curled them over the bird. It was made of a silver metal and had marks engraved in details as it was created some many years ago."Certainly." She held it out and placed it in his palm, she was confused as to what he wanted to do with it, but she assumed it was to observe it. What else would he do with it? That question caused the fae to draw blanks.

Tala's round blackened ears drooped slightly at his story, she felt compassion for him. To have such an event happen and then be treated like that, it was feral. He didn't not deserve such vile treatment. Tala was quiet while he told his tale, her body language shifted to compassion, though she did not feel sorry for him like it was some sort of embarrassment. She felt his sorrow. She knew the pain in his words ran deep. She felt it too, his words struck her deeper than anyone;s tale had. It made her want to comfort him, and to know even more about the Irishman. Her gaze landed on his tattoo, though it was a mark of shame, or so she had come to understand, it was truly spectacular. Though it had caused him pain and grief, it was a work of art. "For something so cruel to have happened , so tragic.... you are a wonderful man. I would never have guessed you've experienced such pain. You truly are spectacular, Davyn." She spoke her words softly, her familiar smile still stuck to her face.

Their new closeness had her feeling once again warm. Though her hands were still cold to the touch they no longer felt frozen. Clasped together to obtain any heat possible by any means. Though she had come here completely intent on her task she had set upon herself, it seemed the last thing on her mind. "Thank you, for keeping me company Davyn." Tala felt such a strong desire to be with him, in his life. She wanted to share stories with him, life experiences she could not have with anyone else. Some part of her wanted it, yet it did not seem to compute with the rest that she wanted to have a strong bond with this male, with Davyn.

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