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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Aug 27, 2010 23:12:44 GMT -6
The black squirrelmaid had seen so few years as to still be considered a maid, though her scarred and worn body wrote a different story. She stood in the orchard in the early morning dew, a long strip of cloth in her paws. She gazed at it as though it contained all the answers to the many questions in life. Maybe it did.
The bright cloth was a symbol to her, of the sight she’d lost and the senses she was gaining. She wore it the large part of a day, slowly regaining her old confidence with it. Tying it firmly over her eyes, she struck out firmly, walking with confidence among the trees. Her nostrils flared in the dew-heavy air, her ears flicked and rotated. She halted a bare paws-breadth from a warm body and spoke one word; a guess, a hope.
“Brush?” He’d been avoiding her for a long time. Why was he here now?
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Post by Tirael on Aug 27, 2010 23:50:03 GMT -6
“Brush?”
Brush nodded, forgetting that Enon had blindfolded herself. Though they were extremely close together, he stood still, taking what seemed like the first opportunity he'd ever had to see her face without her hiding or turning away. It felt wrong to him, taking advantage of this, especially when he was about to say something like this.
He looked down.
"I'm going home," he murmured. "To Southsward. I don't know for how long." Sighing, he let his gaze wander to the bracelet on his right paw--the voice that kept calling him back home. But that wasn't the issue right now. The issue was the voice that kept him here, and he focused himself back on the present. "Enon..." He hadn't expected it to be this hard, but he steeled himself and finished. "I want you to come with me."
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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Aug 28, 2010 16:19:00 GMT -6
"I'm going home," he murmured. "To Southsward. I don't know for how long."
Enon hadn’t heard any acknowledgement from the beast in front of her, just as she had decided to retreat and move on, he spoke. It was Brush! She turned her blind face towards the sound of his voice, even as her mind registered his words. She went blank, her thoughts racing but nothing coherent came from them.
"Enon..." He hadn't expected it to be this hard, but he steeled himself and finished. "I want you to come with me."
Her attention had drifted as her mind raced, but now she snapped back to the problem at paw. Shakily she lifted her paws and slipped the cloth off her head. She stared straight into the other warrior’s eyes, something faintly lost in her gaze though she sought to keep it blank and steady.
“Why?”
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Post by Tirael on Aug 28, 2010 17:02:33 GMT -6
Brush tried hard to discern what Enon was feeling as she shakily removed her blindfold. It was obviously a shock to her, but whether it was a good or bad shock had yet to be seen.
"Why?"
That was easy. In all the time he'd been thinking of returning home, one thing had remained constant in his mind. It had ever since he'd gone to Salamandastron and back. Unconsciously, he placed his paw on hers."Because I can't imagine going there without you," he admitted. In fact, he couldn't think of going anywhere without Enon. Now that he had traveled with her, depended on her, the idea of wandering off alone was suddenly unbearable. "I...I know it's selfish of me to even ask that of you, but I just...I needed you to know."
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Sept 2, 2010 20:15:21 GMT -6
“Because I can't imagine going there without you," he admitted. In fact, he couldn't think of going anywhere without Enon. Now that he had traveled with her, depended on her, the idea of wandering off alone was suddenly unbearable. "I...I know it's selfish of me to even ask that of you, but I just...I needed you to know."
Enon felt strange, as if something inside her was expanding, some hard-to-ignore feeling that made her body feel as if it was starting to float away. Brush’s paw on hers seemed an anchor, a chain keeping her to earth. She suppressed the urge to giggle like a girl-child, instead managing a smile. A rare, full smile.
“I’d… love to go.”
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Post by Tirael on Sept 27, 2010 20:46:31 GMT -6
Brush was shocked to see a smile emerge on Enon's face. Not some small, sarcastic smirk or a polite grin--an actual, beautiful smile. He had never been so surprised, or glad, to see anything in his life.
“I’d… love to go.”
"That's..." he started, unable to find a word that could quite sum up what he was feeling. "...that's great," was all that he managed to shove past the enormous bubble of joy that had welled up inside him. Suddenly noticing how close he was to Enon, he pulled back a little; now that she'd agreed to come, he wasn't going to alienate her. "We should leave soon, before the weather has a chance to go bad." Trekking through bad weather could make any trip miserable, and he didn't want Enon to have to go through that.
Don't be silly, she's used to rough travel, he chided himself. Enon's hardiness was, after all, one of the things he liked most about her. She could handle herself fine. Nonetheless, he couldn't help wanting this to go perfectly.
[[Gah, shortshort.]]
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