03-28-2012, 07:26 AM
mwhahaha I realised earlier that Frodo is an inch shorter than Gemma.
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Her breath gushed in and outwards, there was almost no time between her inhales and exhales and thus her harsh breathing was the loudest sound in her ears although nearly outshine by her rapidly beating heart. He didn't make any move to come forwards towards her and that was perhaps the only thing that stopped her running again from him. His voice made her flinch like the nervous coward she was and slowly came to realise that he was actually shorter than she was, not by a large amount just an inch or so.
Wide blue gems stared down at him fearfully and then grew all the more distraught when he began speaking and although he was speaking english, she couldn't understand anything that he said. Her voice was quiet, almost whisper soft,
"Uhh, I.. don't u..u..understand w..w..what you're s..s..saying." She ducked her head, ashamed that she couldn't figure out the meaning of his speech and stared at the floor. Fur bristled and her body stiffened as his foot came closer to her. Frodo Silvertongue. An interesting name. There was no Matteo to save her now if things went wrong, could she risk interacting with him more? The silence ticked on, seconds crept by and his hand still waited, suspended in the air, and her own curled up tighter. Slowly the snowy digits relaxed themselves and the pale hand inched out towarsd his, stopping, hesitating frequently, sometimes even pulling back slightly as though to flee again. It took her nigh on five full minutes before she gathered up her courage enough to let their paws touch. But eventually they connected, her petite hand still shaking slightly, but at that moment her mind froze and she couldn't recall what social etiqute came next, her eyes dashed about as though her surroundings could provide the answer before finally turning up to meet Frodo's, helplesess and confusion and questioning anxiousness reflected in her gaze.
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Her breath gushed in and outwards, there was almost no time between her inhales and exhales and thus her harsh breathing was the loudest sound in her ears although nearly outshine by her rapidly beating heart. He didn't make any move to come forwards towards her and that was perhaps the only thing that stopped her running again from him. His voice made her flinch like the nervous coward she was and slowly came to realise that he was actually shorter than she was, not by a large amount just an inch or so.
Wide blue gems stared down at him fearfully and then grew all the more distraught when he began speaking and although he was speaking english, she couldn't understand anything that he said. Her voice was quiet, almost whisper soft,
"Uhh, I.. don't u..u..understand w..w..what you're s..s..saying." She ducked her head, ashamed that she couldn't figure out the meaning of his speech and stared at the floor. Fur bristled and her body stiffened as his foot came closer to her. Frodo Silvertongue. An interesting name. There was no Matteo to save her now if things went wrong, could she risk interacting with him more? The silence ticked on, seconds crept by and his hand still waited, suspended in the air, and her own curled up tighter. Slowly the snowy digits relaxed themselves and the pale hand inched out towarsd his, stopping, hesitating frequently, sometimes even pulling back slightly as though to flee again. It took her nigh on five full minutes before she gathered up her courage enough to let their paws touch. But eventually they connected, her petite hand still shaking slightly, but at that moment her mind froze and she couldn't recall what social etiqute came next, her eyes dashed about as though her surroundings could provide the answer before finally turning up to meet Frodo's, helplesess and confusion and questioning anxiousness reflected in her gaze.