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smile touches his lips at her friendly hello and the gentle laughter that fills the narrow space between them.
I'm just staying out of the way, she offers as an explanation to why she has found herself in the loneliest stretch of desert. Then he too, is just staying out of the way OR avoiding his mother like she is a plague of locusts.
"then we can stay out of the way together," he chuckles, knowing how his mother can be.
Most of his life has been spent avoiding his mother. Even from a young age he found himself drawn to his
spotted girl - who had been more like a mother to him then she could of ever known. He drew a sharp breath in at the thought of her, little is known about where she or
Fadir, OR well where any of his family had ended up. OR if any of them were even alive. His glacial eyes fall at the thought of being the soul survivor from his family, the thought that he was alone in this world.
You must be new here, no? she says as her forelock falls across her forehead
"You could say that." he nods and suppresses the desire to push her forelock from her enchanting dark gaze.
How did you end up in the desert? she asks. Where did he even begin? The swim to Tinuvel? That ended with his family pulled from one end of the earth to the other? Or maybe the moment he met his mother on the desert shores? He drew a breath across his lips
"its a long story." he sighs in a defeated manner. He shifts his gaze to the distant dunes behind her as he gathers his thoughts.
"and I doubt you want to hear a sob story on how I ended up as a captive in my mother's land." The last words are painful to say - they hurt both his pride and dignity. In what world? Did he ever think, that of all the islands the gods could of washed him up on... it would be hers. He stomps a feathered hoof into the sands with a snort and a snap of his tail across his patchwork skin.
To say their relationship is rocky would be a massive understatement. Until recently he had not spoke to her since he was a child. She has caused her fair share of pain and strife. And every instance it had hurt him more than it had hurt
fadir. Her pettiness and desire for revenge had widened a crevice between them that could not be mended by time spent in this vast wasteland...
"How about you? he pauses and draws his gaze to meet hers.
"Do you have a sob story to rival mine?" he asks with a smirk playing at his whiskered lips.
