07-05-2008, 02:34 PM
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The New World was not home to Draco, who had been born and raised on foreign soil. He would have willingly spent his life there if not for what he knew had to be done. A smaller, darker part of his heart had other intentions. Draco could remember his father’s face—he would find him, and then he would give him the ultimatum. Still, those were thoughts for another day, another time. The wind turned and a stranger’s scent washed over the area, and the blue-eyed boy made a faint gesture that sent the falcon into the air.
Still though, Draco remained seated, unaffected by her presence. Until she showed him reason to be on guard, he would do little. His right hand pushed his hair back again, caught a few strands of the near black to red and he set it off, across the mountain, dancing right along with the smoke he had nearly finished.
Table by Tammi!Still though, Draco remained seated, unaffected by her presence. Until she showed him reason to be on guard, he would do little. His right hand pushed his hair back again, caught a few strands of the near black to red and he set it off, across the mountain, dancing right along with the smoke he had nearly finished.