It's just our nature

Mati Church · 03-29-2010, 06:51 PM

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lovvvvve Strel!!

Her gaze did not linger on the painting; the brightly colored sea foam eyes would draw her in as they always did. Even the artificial hue had an effect over her, simply knowing that the color belonged to the other female and no one else. There was no shame in her emotions, no reason for her to feel as such. When it came to a one female liking another Mati was experienced, her mothers raising her in the very situation. But, that was them and this was she and Cambi. There were more differences then similarities by far.

Though she seemed hesitant, a smile crept to her face while a warm feeling blossomed in her chest at the sound of Cambi’s name and the sweet syllables on her own tongue. She would smile sometimes, just randomly when she was alone or with another when she thought of that day the two had stood in the wilderness of the Dreaming lands.

The Dreamer watched as Strel leaned against the table, a particular look on his face. She wandered what he thought, and desired to know it as well. The smile was muffled as much as she could possible hide it, and when he spoke she listened intensely. At the compliment towards the Marino girl Mati could not longer restrain her grin. Yeah, she certainly is Mati thought. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but then at the continuation of his speech everything changed.

She frowned.

Eyes looked away for a single second and then locked onto the lavender of her friend. Mati questioned it herself. No, she didn’t think that Cambria would be interested in Strel. The thought that she would be, and would like his red mane and softer hued eyes right along with his charm and talent with fabrics made her butterflies turn to knots. “No.” Mati spoke instantly, not knowing exactly how she could jump to say so but it felt right as she did.

Was Cambi noncommittal? If Mati knew anything about the Marino woman it was that she was committed to the things she did. One of her word. Was she committed to Mati? There was no one else that Cambi’s heart beat for, she had said it herself. Her chin lifted slightly, eyes level with his. She had never told anyone, and had not even spoke to Cambi about what level they resided on but if it would keep him from thinking that she was free game the Church woman would say exactly what she felt and believed even if it didn’t hold any hard evidence.

“She’s with me.” But the confidence waned and the tall female ended with, “I think.”

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