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She was silent for a moment before she aksed, "How do you show another?" The black fae was sincerely curious. But as the questioned left her, the woad-marked warrior realized that he might not know, and that that was why that other had promised such a thing.
The silence that followed was strangely unbearable. It was as if she needed that question to be answered, and yet she did not understand why such a thing would mean so much. She had always been content with the silence, with the solitude that had mated with that silence. It was a part of her life now, so integrated within her life that she considered it a normality, something akin to her warrior’s way of life, to her breathing. Once she had sought to change that solitude, but that sojourn had ended abruptly, and she did not know what had ended that search. Perhaps it was her need of freedom, for she did not want to be tied to any single entity (though now she was tied to the pack, she did not consider that relationship in the same way). But now, the male before her made her question that. And this, too, confused her, for the male before her was not a personality that would normally intrigue her in such a way. She wondered if it was even that type of intrigue that she was experiencing.
His reply seemed ambiguous, but did a female ever get a straight answer from a male without having to extract it herself? A wry smile flickered across her lips as she turned her eyes to the damp stone at her feet. In the silence, she listened to the water and the sound of its song. "Secrets?" Her voice was quiet, as if she were asking herself or even someone else. "Perhaps," the female replied, and her voice was a bit louder as she looked up, indicating that this simple word had been for the male. When he took that step forward, the female did not recoil. Instead, she watched him with a strange curiosity as if one were watching oneself from a distance. The white orbs regarded the other, and she was unsure as to how to answer such a question. "It depends," Cwmfen answered at length, and she spoke truthfully now, seriously. "It depends on how you measure worth." The woad warrior knew that her view on many aspects of life differed from those of the wolves inhabiting ‘Souls, and she was unsure as to how the male viewed relationships.
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She was silent for a moment before she aksed, "How do you show another?" The black fae was sincerely curious. But as the questioned left her, the woad-marked warrior realized that he might not know, and that that was why that other had promised such a thing.
The silence that followed was strangely unbearable. It was as if she needed that question to be answered, and yet she did not understand why such a thing would mean so much. She had always been content with the silence, with the solitude that had mated with that silence. It was a part of her life now, so integrated within her life that she considered it a normality, something akin to her warrior’s way of life, to her breathing. Once she had sought to change that solitude, but that sojourn had ended abruptly, and she did not know what had ended that search. Perhaps it was her need of freedom, for she did not want to be tied to any single entity (though now she was tied to the pack, she did not consider that relationship in the same way). But now, the male before her made her question that. And this, too, confused her, for the male before her was not a personality that would normally intrigue her in such a way. She wondered if it was even that type of intrigue that she was experiencing.
His reply seemed ambiguous, but did a female ever get a straight answer from a male without having to extract it herself? A wry smile flickered across her lips as she turned her eyes to the damp stone at her feet. In the silence, she listened to the water and the sound of its song. "Secrets?" Her voice was quiet, as if she were asking herself or even someone else. "Perhaps," the female replied, and her voice was a bit louder as she looked up, indicating that this simple word had been for the male. When he took that step forward, the female did not recoil. Instead, she watched him with a strange curiosity as if one were watching oneself from a distance. The white orbs regarded the other, and she was unsure as to how to answer such a question. "It depends," Cwmfen answered at length, and she spoke truthfully now, seriously. "It depends on how you measure worth." The woad warrior knew that her view on many aspects of life differed from those of the wolves inhabiting ‘Souls, and she was unsure as to how the male viewed relationships.