the first flower after the flood.

Rio Marino · 06-13-2010, 07:18 AM

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sweet! will read between now and the next time I post in this thread. ♥

Their shyness was something that they shared, that they could learn to understand about one another. Rio rarely felt comfortable looking adults directly in the eye, either — she didn't know why it was so hard, as it seemed like an easy enough thing to do. She didn't know that it was her sense of inferiority that lead her eyes astray. The sable girl could easily make eye contact with equals, but she was thus far blind to this subconscious connection. It was somehow more difficult to look into her brother's eyes than her sisters', however, so perhaps in some compartment of her mind, the dark young woman thought Harlowe had some advantage over her that was unnameable.

She was easing into a place of contentment, glad he didn't care if she stayed with him. Part of her wanted nothing more than to rest her curly head against him and to listen to him speak (he had such a nice voice), but she couldn't dare herself to do something so bold. Instead, she simply nodded, glancing again at the book he held in his tawny hands with a half-smile. Please, she said encouragingly. She was startled by his offer, that he wished to do something so kind for her. The bright-eyed youth lifted her limbs from over the side of the couch so she could sit back on her heels, oriented parallel to the back cushions of the couch so she could face him without craning her neck. Her hands she rested in her lap, folded neatly. She was relaxed enough to listen and enjoy the story Harlowe had to share.

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