"A fan of sugar, are we? Well, then, I shall have to secure a steady supply of it, though I have no time for the stuff myself. More for you, though, I suppose.", he said when she finally stopped speaking, rubbing at his jaw thoughtfully. "Are you not a fan of people, then, or are you just shy?" Here, he tilted his head curiously towards her, though his eyes gazed upon the flickering riot of flames as if entranced by their chaotic dance.
He hadn't spoken to someone properly in a long time, either. Inevitably, like a lost soul returning to the old haunts of it's life, his thoughts turned to the night Rhanor had died. His mood instantly darkened, all joy melting from his face as fast as he had melted the snow earlier, his eyes hardening to a very light, terribly cold blue. The last time I was this at ease with someone was when Rhanor was alive. But I failed him, didn't I? I stood there and watched him die, helpless. Unable to protect him. Unable to protect the people I cared most about. Have I truly changed? Am I any different, any stronger? Unbidden, his gaze flicked over to Miharu, the smile similarly gone from her features, shed with all the abruptness the blood had left Rhanor's body when the tusk speared into him. Am I strong enough, now, to protect someone I care about? If I start to care for her, will be forced to stand, helpless, and watch her die as well? What right do I have to inflict that upon her? What right indeed? The young man's thoughts and emotions were caught in a swirling maelstrom of fatalism, drawn ever downward as his bitterness chased it's own tail around and around in his head.
Yet, he had company, and he was not insensitive to the needs and moods of a companion, despite his own foul state of being. A faint frown has creased his brow, his features settling into the expression as easily as a hand would a glove. Yet it was not her consumption of the heart that bothered him, and why would it? She was upset, that much was clear, the brooding silence, the sigh. She may as well have been Vantha, her mood was that easy to read.
Gently, he nudged his arm against Miharu, taking care not to do it too roughly or abruptly, and leaned towards her slightly, concern written all over his features. "Hey. Don't go all quiet on me like that. You'll make me think I've said something wrong. I'm rusty at this talking business, so you'll have to go easy on me.", he said, the faintest ghost of a smile flitting across his lips before disappearing as if it were never there to begin with. "Are you okay?" The question was honest, stated plainly and openly, the liquid jade of his eyes windows to whatever emotions roiled beneath the surface. Guile had no place on this youth's face, whatever else could be said about him. |
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by Amondaris on May 5th, 2011, 12:47 am 
