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Cwmfen was still, her soft breaths rising in small puffs of cloud. The white orbs watched that still form—and yet, it was still no longer. Her voice seemed to reach that distant mind, for his slate blue orbs opened to the world. As she watched him in her silence, it seemed for a moment as if he could not see the world about him, as if he struggled to see the dark, snowing reality that surrounded them. Then he smiled, and his gaze seemed to focus on her own form. A ghost of a smile flickered upon her maw, but it was faint in the darkness of the shadowed world. That dark blemish on her soul seemed to revel in such days, in such troubles of others, troubles of her own. And yet, that, too, was faint, for her soul had yet to be damaged beyond repair.
It seemed that Firefly’s words had held truth. She thought of that encounter of prior months, for it was then that she had finally learned of the relationship between DaVinci and her packmate. That meeting had begun well but had ended on a lesser note. Her meeting with DaVinci, which had been one of her first encounters with another soul after she had joined Dahlia de Mai, had begun with her own hostility and had ended on a better note. It was interesting how different relatives could be. And yet, now, as she looked upon the hybrid, it seemed that he was once again discontent (or perhaps he had always been so?), and the black fae felt a certain amount of concern for him, especially because she considered him a friend.
When he spoke her name, she responded only by shifting forward upon her paws. The warrior did not want to shatter the silence. She wanted to allow him to gently return to this world that seemed to have wronged him once again. The fae smiled again, this time allowing the gesture to be seen. She realized that it had been almost six moons since she had last seen him. Perhaps she should have sought him out sooner, if only to check upon him, especially after she had learned that he was now of Phoenix Valley. Quietly scenting the air, she confirmed this fact. But the scent of the cold was thick upon him, and she wondered, too, what he had been doing this day.
"I was listening to the snow," the black fae admitted at length, allowing her silver toned whisper to drift along the air. "It’s good to see you again." Her voice was louder now, almost at a normal volume. The black tail flickered behind her, emphasizing the truth of her words. As silence fell between them once more, the snow only seemed to muffle them, to suppress any thought that wished to be voiced. Struggling through that silence, the woad warrior spoke again, speaking with a melancholy melody. "It seems that you are lost once more, DaVinci.... What are you seeking?" Her woad-marked head tilted gracefully as she spoke. And for once, she found interest in the non-martial troubles of another.
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Cwmfen was still, her soft breaths rising in small puffs of cloud. The white orbs watched that still form—and yet, it was still no longer. Her voice seemed to reach that distant mind, for his slate blue orbs opened to the world. As she watched him in her silence, it seemed for a moment as if he could not see the world about him, as if he struggled to see the dark, snowing reality that surrounded them. Then he smiled, and his gaze seemed to focus on her own form. A ghost of a smile flickered upon her maw, but it was faint in the darkness of the shadowed world. That dark blemish on her soul seemed to revel in such days, in such troubles of others, troubles of her own. And yet, that, too, was faint, for her soul had yet to be damaged beyond repair.
It seemed that Firefly’s words had held truth. She thought of that encounter of prior months, for it was then that she had finally learned of the relationship between DaVinci and her packmate. That meeting had begun well but had ended on a lesser note. Her meeting with DaVinci, which had been one of her first encounters with another soul after she had joined Dahlia de Mai, had begun with her own hostility and had ended on a better note. It was interesting how different relatives could be. And yet, now, as she looked upon the hybrid, it seemed that he was once again discontent (or perhaps he had always been so?), and the black fae felt a certain amount of concern for him, especially because she considered him a friend.
When he spoke her name, she responded only by shifting forward upon her paws. The warrior did not want to shatter the silence. She wanted to allow him to gently return to this world that seemed to have wronged him once again. The fae smiled again, this time allowing the gesture to be seen. She realized that it had been almost six moons since she had last seen him. Perhaps she should have sought him out sooner, if only to check upon him, especially after she had learned that he was now of Phoenix Valley. Quietly scenting the air, she confirmed this fact. But the scent of the cold was thick upon him, and she wondered, too, what he had been doing this day.
"I was listening to the snow," the black fae admitted at length, allowing her silver toned whisper to drift along the air. "It’s good to see you again." Her voice was louder now, almost at a normal volume. The black tail flickered behind her, emphasizing the truth of her words. As silence fell between them once more, the snow only seemed to muffle them, to suppress any thought that wished to be voiced. Struggling through that silence, the woad warrior spoke again, speaking with a melancholy melody. "It seems that you are lost once more, DaVinci.... What are you seeking?" Her woad-marked head tilted gracefully as she spoke. And for once, she found interest in the non-martial troubles of another.