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deep in the meadow, under the willow




Calypso
deep in the meadow, under the willow.

She swivels delicately curved ears at him as he mentions he also grew up on an island much like Atlantis. She smiles, waiting for the tale of a young Roug, but it never came. It was a short explanation, one that she had a feeling it was best not to pry. Maybe some day he would teller more of the place where he had been raised, but today was not that day. She bumps him softly with her nose.

Caly eyes him, wondering about the thoughts that flash across his mind as she mentions Zev. Would their be feelings of anger? Jeolousy? Yet, he just nods his head as if the name meant nothing to him. He just leans in to breathe in her honey sweet scent once again. She sighs and leans into him. It seems as if the fates were kind to her. She could of ended up with a monster, a man who preys upon her flesh, but no. Roug had come to her, and he has been kind to her from the moment their paths have crossed. She smiles at her blessings. Thank you. She says quietly to the fates.

Her question of his expectations brings a chuckle to his lips. She raises a single brow as she watches his reaction. Unhappy? How? She quietly wonders. Were the other ill tempered? What had happened in their lives to lash out at Roug? "Unhappy?" She finally lets the question free from her lips. I expect you to stay here with me. She begins to nod her delicate head. "I understand, that you want me to stay here with you." She fondly bumps her nose against his dark hide. "Are there any times that I may leave... to explore the islands?" She pauses her crystal eyes scan the horizon for a brief moment before she brings them back to his. As he mentions, that he would die for this island, for her. "Is it unsafe to leave Atlantis?"

She has been gone from the Islands for so long, maybe the lands have become unsafe for a lady to go on her own. Or maybe Roug had enemies who preyed upon his mares? Her eyes widen at the thoughts bouncing around in her head.


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