Another step, and she could see the folds on his face wrap, and how there might just be eyes beneath it. She wondered what color they were, if they matched his tan and brown colored fur, and if they sparkled like jewels. She imagined him with bright yellow orbs like the sun, burning holes in the concealing veil to shine for the world to see. The world must be pretty hazy behind the kerchief. Mati couldn’t catch everything, even without a shroud.
As he spoke she began to grow comfortable with his appearance, and the urge to question it was waning. Her ability to accept all the differences in the world was not something that would likely stay with her in her later years. It was a lucky thing to come across his now, when her mind was so open. The sound of her mother’s name coming from his barren tone distorted the image she held of her, and she had to think twice to finally become aware of whom he spoke.
She nodded, You know her? She tried to hide her excitement, knowing instinctively that he wouldn’t share her enthusiasm. She couldn't believe that he mum was a friend of his, and that they had spoken of her. That’s Crimson Dreams. Motioning towards the other side of the lake, her voice was settled and more even then before. He looked like the serious type, and she didn’t want to seem like an annoying little sister trailing him around where she was wanted.
And…I’m Mati.
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