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It would not have been the same, had his words not held the reflective quality they were known for even with as simple of a topic as recounting the past. Internally, they had not changed. She, the curious one what sought to appease everything and everyone within her manageable means. And him, the complicated weaver of word and metaphor able to fabricate works of truth both terrifying and sublime. The products of a rigorous upbringing coupled with their natures. But she would not be the wolf to look into the lake and gaze upon her reflection… for looking into its revealing depths portrayed much more than she was willing to acknowledge. What was held upon the surface would remain her truth, at least for a time til she was made to face it.
Truly, not a casual moment could be had between them without the Lmabda’s words invoking some profound thought. It was dreadfully tiring, and she sighed thusly. Why was she made to tune her mind to understand these riddles when it was much easier to speak freely and casually? But perhaps it was her own fault for letting her mind go unconditioned as it had; soft and lazy without a continuous onslaught of intelligible conversation to keep it sharp. But then, it was never really the role of the Exultare to use their minds other than to determine a target, or close it off when need be.
Again, she sighed, this time at her own troubled musing as she watched her companion’s eyes turn from her. The mild state of disappointment again setting in…then abruptly discarded for alarm. He moved, as did she. A rustle of feathers sounded in the calm as the great owl was disturbed from his perch as her arm moved on reflex with the intent to taking the wolf by his throat. Above the discord of wings and feather there was a gasp of shock as sense overtook instinct and the assault was brought to a sudden halt; a deathly mistake in the heat of actual battle. Yet this engagement was anything but…
Attack: Grabs for the throat, then stops mid-attack
Defense: none
Injury none
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