Time of your Life

Alaine Winters · 10-07-2010, 04:54 AM

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She would have to make do with his words, and the reassurance they intended. The reaction of her son would be something that played often on the woman's mind from this moment on, for in all things he was a kindly boy, a good boy. In all things but this, perhaps. She feared for his happiness, as she feared for them all. But the fear could not last long - Not with the warmth that bloomed from deep inside of her, the pulsing of life that swelled throughout her supposedly barren frame, bringing with it energy to what had once been hollow bones.

Dai agreeably fulfilled her wishes, reaching for the strange instrument and plucking a few tentative noted at the stretched strands. After a moment, his fingers became fluid, pulling such lovely warblings from the instrument that Alaine couldn't help but relax, listening delightedly to the strange and beautiful sounds. The sensation of a tiny paw batting at her leg caught the woman's attention, and she turned to look at the cat, studying the small creature hesitantly. It seemed to be of a friendly nature, and surely Daisuke would not allow it near her if it wished any harm. His strange antics amused her, and the pixie-faced lady smiled, the simply pleasure of such company bringing her much joy. When the feline curled itself against her warm cross-legged frame, the Apothecary hesitantly let her palm rest on its silky tuxedo fur, stroking softly as though afraid of hurting the handsome thing.

The wind toyed with her ringlets, and emerald eyes returned to the golden dragon, watching him with an intensity that belied her pretty smile. Here was her future, this strange trio that made such a stark silhouette against the light of the dying sun. Was this to be her new family? Would she leave the Cour des Miracles pack, so that Daisuke could have his freedom? Perhaps not. Perhaps they could be content with this strange half-relationship they shared. She loved her golden knight, true to her heart, but wondered absently at what sort of love it was. It was not the infatuation she'd had with Caillen's father, Vidar - That had been a cruel love, blinding and binding her. But nor did this seem to be the love she'd thought existed, the 'true' love. This man was closer to her than any other, but he was not her mate.

Unable to organize her thoughts, Alaine let the wind wash them away, and simply sat to absorb the peace from the music her lover played.

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