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At his response, a smile could not help but pull at the corners of her lips. Was he speaking now of that force which determined all things? Even in this land so distant from Caledonia, it seemed as if the gods had not abandoned her. And it was strange, now that her mind had crossed this path, that the one who had come to her side, who had found her in the darkness, was this singular male, this one man who had intrigued her that single night. But his reply seemed to explain even this. Yet, she wondered for what purpose. Something, a thought, perhaps, or a feeling, flickered deep within her so faintly that she could not recognize it. For a moment, her gaze lingered upon his face, searching deeply and openly, just as she had that night long ago. There was something, almost like a hesitation, upon the woman’s features as she searched those welkin eyes. But she could not find enough as she was forced to shut her eyes against her efforts.
There was something near to relief within her as he confirmed his wellbeing, and she breathed quietly, easily. The black fae did not know why she was so concerned for the male. Perhaps it was the gratitude for what he had already done for her. Perhaps it was simply the concern one could feel for the life of another. Or perhaps it was something else, something deeper in a realm of her being that she had not yet touched before.
It seemed as if he was about to leave when she had reached for him. But he remained, rendered immobile by her touch. But as she spoke he returned, and while the distance had been close to insignificant, to the female it was as if he had crossed a sea. Her eyes opened to find him standing over her, and her face was relaxed, without the smile or even the ease that had usually graced her features. For a moment, it was as if she were elsewhere, as if her mind had left her body for reasons unknown. But once again, his deep, calm voice drew her back. His home? Something similar to discomfort flitted across those white eyes. It was not due to fear but to unfamiliarity. The female had never been within the abode of another, and his statement that they now resided within his home worried her. The warrior wondered if she had somehow entered uninvited.
As he pressed his fingers upon her wrist, her gaze was momentarily averted as she watched, wondering what it was that he did. But she looked back up as he spoke again, putting her mind at ease. She was almost embarrassed, flustered by his kindness. The warrior was silent before she replied with a quiet, "Thank you," that soft melody holding as much of her gratitude as it could. And she fell silent, forced to look away from him, a sudden sadness crossing her face. "All of those things sound nice," she said, but she felt as if she were burdening him.
Then her mind was suddenly moving again, perhaps irrationally. It was almost as if time and space did not exist, and she felt moved suddenly, excited and anxious by thoughts that perhaps were of no concern at the moment. She struggled to rise then, her movements quick and with a purpose. She murmured something then that sounded like, "I have so much to do—the pack—" as she tried to push herself up and off the table, but her torn hip and bruised and worn body were not prepared for the shock of the floor, and her knees buckled beneath her. And the full force of the reality was shot through her as the pain cut into her being like a white-hot knife. A soft, quiet cry escaped her as she felt herself fall. But for a moment her vision was impaired, and she knew not where she had fallen.
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At his response, a smile could not help but pull at the corners of her lips. Was he speaking now of that force which determined all things? Even in this land so distant from Caledonia, it seemed as if the gods had not abandoned her. And it was strange, now that her mind had crossed this path, that the one who had come to her side, who had found her in the darkness, was this singular male, this one man who had intrigued her that single night. But his reply seemed to explain even this. Yet, she wondered for what purpose. Something, a thought, perhaps, or a feeling, flickered deep within her so faintly that she could not recognize it. For a moment, her gaze lingered upon his face, searching deeply and openly, just as she had that night long ago. There was something, almost like a hesitation, upon the woman’s features as she searched those welkin eyes. But she could not find enough as she was forced to shut her eyes against her efforts.
There was something near to relief within her as he confirmed his wellbeing, and she breathed quietly, easily. The black fae did not know why she was so concerned for the male. Perhaps it was the gratitude for what he had already done for her. Perhaps it was simply the concern one could feel for the life of another. Or perhaps it was something else, something deeper in a realm of her being that she had not yet touched before.
It seemed as if he was about to leave when she had reached for him. But he remained, rendered immobile by her touch. But as she spoke he returned, and while the distance had been close to insignificant, to the female it was as if he had crossed a sea. Her eyes opened to find him standing over her, and her face was relaxed, without the smile or even the ease that had usually graced her features. For a moment, it was as if she were elsewhere, as if her mind had left her body for reasons unknown. But once again, his deep, calm voice drew her back. His home? Something similar to discomfort flitted across those white eyes. It was not due to fear but to unfamiliarity. The female had never been within the abode of another, and his statement that they now resided within his home worried her. The warrior wondered if she had somehow entered uninvited.
As he pressed his fingers upon her wrist, her gaze was momentarily averted as she watched, wondering what it was that he did. But she looked back up as he spoke again, putting her mind at ease. She was almost embarrassed, flustered by his kindness. The warrior was silent before she replied with a quiet, "Thank you," that soft melody holding as much of her gratitude as it could. And she fell silent, forced to look away from him, a sudden sadness crossing her face. "All of those things sound nice," she said, but she felt as if she were burdening him.
Then her mind was suddenly moving again, perhaps irrationally. It was almost as if time and space did not exist, and she felt moved suddenly, excited and anxious by thoughts that perhaps were of no concern at the moment. She struggled to rise then, her movements quick and with a purpose. She murmured something then that sounded like, "I have so much to do—the pack—" as she tried to push herself up and off the table, but her torn hip and bruised and worn body were not prepared for the shock of the floor, and her knees buckled beneath her. And the full force of the reality was shot through her as the pain cut into her being like a white-hot knife. A soft, quiet cry escaped her as she felt herself fall. But for a moment her vision was impaired, and she knew not where she had fallen.