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Posted on January 13, 2015 at 03:11:45 PM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
I must admit that her initial reaction was not as expected. I had expected to startle her, for her to demur but no, she merely rose. It is amusing, at least, and I cannot help but tilt my head in curiosity as she seems to merely accept my presence. Her response is just as unusual, though not too strange for younger wolves I suppose. Playing? My eyes slide across the clearing and yet I find signs of no others. The corner of my lip turns up at that as I return my eyes to her own, my brow sliding up my face in unspoken inquisition.
"By yourself? Is it... fun?"
I ask her simply once more before waltzing into the tangle of flowers myself. For the most part, I retain a comfortable distance between she and I. After all, I do not appreciate the touch of others, even those that I know so well. To touch me is to break a boundary, and to break a boundary is to confess to one's self being an intruder. So, perhaps she is the one benefiting the most from this distance for the time being. I hesitate for a step, bringing my nose to one of the flowers that stretches towards the sky - yellow, it is - and inhaling its scent. It is an unusual thing. Sweet, so unlike the smell of flesh and earth that we as wolves are used to. It is almost enjoyable if only for its exotic nature. But then, she speaks. Once more, my eyes turn to her slowly as I consider her choice of question. "Tell me."
It is, after all, exactly what I had said, though I pause for a moment before I continue. There is a silent pleasure in watching the minds of others' tick over behind their eyes.
"It is the language of my blood. Some will say it is the language of Angels... but that is not true."
I shrug off my comment. It is the truth. I have no reason to lie to her, and I am sure she will encounter others who speak Latin though they will claim it as a reason to be above others. It is simply another way of speech, after all.
It is strange the way she does not seem to recoil, and I cannot help but take a curious step towards her, testing the waters between us. There is a certain thrill to these encounters, these unintentional run ins with strangers of the free lands. There is a thrill in uncovering their motives and thoughts. Hers? I cannot say. For now, I can only continue to move slowly around the clearing, sauntering through the flowers and grass, stopping from time to time to sniff wearily at the flowers. My eyes, however, never cease to follow her own. Even as I move behind her, if she does not spin with me, I will continue to stare into the back of her head like I am hunting her through these very forests. This is playing, no? It is fun, at least.
"I am Castor. This is... not your home, is it Khaleesi?"
Today, I am Castor. Eden is away today. He will have his fun later but for now, I am content to learn and enjoy such a thing. Khaleesi. Who can say whether she is lucky or unlucky to have captivated my attention this day.