08-31-2009, 11:23 PM
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Hahah, it’s all good, ^=^
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A soft breath was released—perhaps of amusement, and yet it was uncertain—and a brief nod, but the black fae did not respond. The woad warrior’s gaze moved from the woman to watch the light playing across the water, her ears lifting as if hearing something there in the silence. There was nothing, and yet she could hear the bright, white ringing as the pool and sun sang with one another. Time. It was an ambiguous thing, constant and yet not, slow, fast, standing still. Treacherous. Life giving. Time was a factor that was always with and against one. The warrior had done her best to allow herself to flow along with that uncertain river, but, at times, she felt the distinct discontent that others must feel. The pups would be born and they would grow. Time would assure that as surely as life would. If they survived. If they were allowed to survive.
"Evil?" The word was repeated, the sound unfamiliar upon the warrior’s tongue. Indeed, she had heard the word before, but she did not think that such a thing could exist. It was an extreme, an unattainable state just as infinity was. If there were evil, she had sensed it in Corvus. But the black fae could not think of the black and white terms of good and evil. She thought of simply light and dark, pure and yet impure. Perhaps the gods were capable of such extremes, but she was not sure. "What was their father like?" The query was spoken quietly, but she did not press the other. If Tokyo did not wish to speak of such things, the warrior would not insist. It was not knowledge that was necessary to obtain. It was simply the history of another’s past, and she could live without it knowing that Tokyo knew her own origins. It was that past, after all, that had shaped the woman, that shaped all creatures.
There was a contemplative silence that followed. The woad-marked fae followed the sudden movement of Tokyo as the water was permitted to consume her, only to spit her out once more. Cwmfen did not do such a thing yet, for she had simply gone into the water too cool off. With her chest submerged, her body was cooled from the core. The white eyes blinked occasionally as beads of water flew threw the air, encouraged by the golden-brown curls of the other woman’s mane. The little drops tickled the warrior’s nose, and a single, quiet sneeze was emitted. Shaking her head once, the black fae looked up, breaking the silence just as Tokyo had broken the stillness of the pool. "What would you have done," the soft melody inquired suddenly, "had your pups truly been like their father?" The quiet voice did not betray her thoughts, such was the strength of that silent tranquility. There was merely a mild curiosity within that gaze as they considered the other with silence. It was not a question raised to make certain or uncertain the uncertainty within the warrior. And it was not uncertainty, per se, that was felt. She knew what must be done, and she would do it. Perhaps it was unease, anticipation. It was a thing with which the warrior was unfamiliar. Perhaps, with the query, she sought but to recognize the ideals of this society.
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A soft breath was released—perhaps of amusement, and yet it was uncertain—and a brief nod, but the black fae did not respond. The woad warrior’s gaze moved from the woman to watch the light playing across the water, her ears lifting as if hearing something there in the silence. There was nothing, and yet she could hear the bright, white ringing as the pool and sun sang with one another. Time. It was an ambiguous thing, constant and yet not, slow, fast, standing still. Treacherous. Life giving. Time was a factor that was always with and against one. The warrior had done her best to allow herself to flow along with that uncertain river, but, at times, she felt the distinct discontent that others must feel. The pups would be born and they would grow. Time would assure that as surely as life would. If they survived. If they were allowed to survive.
"Evil?" The word was repeated, the sound unfamiliar upon the warrior’s tongue. Indeed, she had heard the word before, but she did not think that such a thing could exist. It was an extreme, an unattainable state just as infinity was. If there were evil, she had sensed it in Corvus. But the black fae could not think of the black and white terms of good and evil. She thought of simply light and dark, pure and yet impure. Perhaps the gods were capable of such extremes, but she was not sure. "What was their father like?" The query was spoken quietly, but she did not press the other. If Tokyo did not wish to speak of such things, the warrior would not insist. It was not knowledge that was necessary to obtain. It was simply the history of another’s past, and she could live without it knowing that Tokyo knew her own origins. It was that past, after all, that had shaped the woman, that shaped all creatures.
There was a contemplative silence that followed. The woad-marked fae followed the sudden movement of Tokyo as the water was permitted to consume her, only to spit her out once more. Cwmfen did not do such a thing yet, for she had simply gone into the water too cool off. With her chest submerged, her body was cooled from the core. The white eyes blinked occasionally as beads of water flew threw the air, encouraged by the golden-brown curls of the other woman’s mane. The little drops tickled the warrior’s nose, and a single, quiet sneeze was emitted. Shaking her head once, the black fae looked up, breaking the silence just as Tokyo had broken the stillness of the pool. "What would you have done," the soft melody inquired suddenly, "had your pups truly been like their father?" The quiet voice did not betray her thoughts, such was the strength of that silent tranquility. There was merely a mild curiosity within that gaze as they considered the other with silence. It was not a question raised to make certain or uncertain the uncertainty within the warrior. And it was not uncertainty, per se, that was felt. She knew what must be done, and she would do it. Perhaps it was unease, anticipation. It was a thing with which the warrior was unfamiliar. Perhaps, with the query, she sought but to recognize the ideals of this society.