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Apprehension weighted her steps the distance was applied between herself and the mountain. But then the measure of distance would change between herself and the barbed tongue messenger slowing her steps further to a crawl. By her own volition she had engaged this private discussion and while regret was hardly experienced and had yet to do so during this time, she embraced the second thought that perhaps this was not the better of her previous ideas. Better she dismiss the Nomad than let him try and lure her home. She did not want to know his true reason for seeking her own... or rather she feared what the truth would be. Questions of an unseen peril crossed her mind. Fears that once laid dormant in the recesses of her mind came forth demanding to be recognized.
But she could not, would not ask if the unthinkable had befallen her family. The thought was enough to turn her blood cold and still her steps just before the sandy banks of the lake. She had trudged on in silence following the scent of her fellow Nomad til it ended at the water and he was gone. Her eyes had gone blind in the midst of her thoughts, rendering her inattentive to the hastened grooming he had undertaken until he surfaced from the tranquil body, startling her from her dense thoughts. She spared him little more than a glance as he sorted his unruly presence. There was perhaps a time in their youth when she would have offered to assist him and dubbed the act as what one friend would do for another. But such a time had passed, and though she had known him somewhat well in their younger months... she could not claim to know him at all know. Just what the Lambda crafted him to be.
Yet the teachings of the Exultare were not lost on her. Words would forever be the forte of the Lambda while gesture was the choice language of her distinguished family. Pure, open and honest, with little need to guard their intentions with deceit. The open books of the Nomads should any be able to pry apart their fortified bindings and see what fine pages resided inside. But he had caught her in a moment where the pages were already revealed and rather than close the book, she left it open to be read. What reason did she have to hide her disease?
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