the faith you prove

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-20-2011, 03:02 AM

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“I think she’s just not used to the idea,” Ezekiel offered quietly, believing this was true. Talitha was not a dangerous person by nature. Her instability was becoming more apparent as the weeks went on. She needed time, and something to focus on—she needed to find a way out and not in. Perhaps her striking out at him had done good. Ezekiel hoped his sister would never seek the path he walked. A warrior’s road had cost him dearly, and he believed it would one day take his life.

But the dark thoughts vanished at the offer gift. Dumbstruck, Ezekiel’s whole appearance changed. The traces of a long-dead shadow left him, and a golden boy stood in his place. One hand took the rope and the other passed her the thin, colorful things. Such a trade felt weak to him, but he would not argue it. The colt, nervous about the strange male, backed away from him and began snorting nervously.

Ezekiel began to speak to him, using different tones than those he used with Nana. A surprise snort was his first response, but then came a flurry of demands and questions. Low speech was something that was much different than high, and he found it difficult to compare the two despite being bilingual as it was. Gestures, low sounds and horse-imitations soon won him the ability to reach out and touch the feisty colt. He tossed his head at first, but soon eased into the touch and settled. With most of the traces of exhaustion gone, the amber-eyed boy turned to the older woman. “Thank you,” he said sincerely, as if it was truly a most precious gift. His felt inadequate, and his eyes trailed to them with a faint frown.

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