07-12-2008, 03:10 PM
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Bleach nodded, her eyes drifting from his face to the ground. She had believed all that at one point, scoffing at anyone who supposed to the contrary. But, then again... what had made her stop? A nightmare and a superstitious old hag! A wave of anger and shame washed over her; she had run away, and she felt like a coward. Why had she let that hag chase her away from the sea? Her mind spun angrily, cursing the witch and all she would ever do, snarls threatening to escape her throat.
And then a face appeared in her thoughts. It was the same one which appeared in her nightmare, and the same one in her dream just a few minutes ago. The anger vanished, but shame still gripped her. That was her reason for running. She sacrificed everything so that—if the dream was really a premonition, if the witch was right—she would never have to see the expression on her mother's face as it was in her nightmare. Bleach suppressed the image, shuddering visibly and grabbing a fistful of weeds and wildflowers. The wolf inspected the bouquet for a few moments, then separated three little flowers, pink, light purple, and yellow, from the rest. She needed to keep her hands busy.
Turning back to the red-eyed stranger, she smiled. "It's best not to dwell on such things. We can't change when or what we dream, so why try?" Nevermind that what she said was contradictory. She needed to get off the subject of dreams. She regretted ever bringing them up. Extracting a free strand from her haphazardly adorned hair, the silver wolf began braiding the little flowers into it. Keeping her eyes on the male, she observed him for a few moments in silence, then decided to fire up conversation once again. "What about you? Are you usually this pensive?"
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