10-10-2009, 01:08 AM
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The young woman continued to search for nails, bi colored eyes searching furtively for the little spikes. She had a small handful already, maybe four or five. She handed them to Lysander and wandered out of the building and into a neater, tidier one. She snooped under an old canvas and looked under some other items, but alas came up empty handed. She shook her head and her dark mane went every which way. She glanced furtively at her companion to make sure he was still near, then she returned to her quest.
She was mildly surprised when Lysander tossed her arm around her shoulders. "I've been looking for you, that's what I've been doing," her voice was soft, shy even. Asariel didn't like to admit that perhaps she was falling for the brute - she wasn't even sure exactly what love was, or what it felt like...but if this could be described, this would be pretty much it. Or maybe she was just turning into an obsessed stalker; that seemed likely.
The young woman continued to search for nails, bi colored eyes searching furtively for the little spikes. She had a small handful already, maybe four or five. She handed them to Lysander and wandered out of the building and into a neater, tidier one. She snooped under an old canvas and looked under some other items, but alas came up empty handed. She shook her head and her dark mane went every which way. She glanced furtively at her companion to make sure he was still near, then she returned to her quest.
She was mildly surprised when Lysander tossed her arm around her shoulders. "I've been looking for you, that's what I've been doing," her voice was soft, shy even. Asariel didn't like to admit that perhaps she was falling for the brute - she wasn't even sure exactly what love was, or what it felt like...but if this could be described, this would be pretty much it. Or maybe she was just turning into an obsessed stalker; that seemed likely.