
Posted by HYPATIA on January 24, 2009, 2:44 pm, in reply to "i'll take you home if you don't leave me at the front door ; thread "
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for even to think wrongly
is better than not to think at all."
Something was approaching. Something new. Something cautious. Hypatia waited for a moment, looking as if she were bored, just like any other day. But her insides were churning. This was a new mind, and she searched eagerly through it. Her touch was like a whisper, like a floating thought that Isra would not catch. Not unless she had been trained. Hypatia doubted it. Not since her mind was so open, so vulnerable. Hypatia feels power creeping inside her, and the Diadem speaks. They trust you, Hypatia. Yes, they do. Like Pirate and Kale – they all trusted her.
A hawk flies over head.
She turns her body in a swift motion, using the movements bred into her blood. Kail, her lion familiar, is at her side in a moment from where he had been napping. He loves tasting, um, meeting, the new members of the herd. They watch through Hypatia’s mind, the movements of the new mare. She is cautious – obviously not a scholar. But she does not have the build of a fighter. A spy then. Hypatia loves and despises spies.
“They won’t kill you.” Hypatia’s voice cannot help but have a tinkle of a laugh too it. Thinking that any of her Vipers were capable of killing –ok, maybe a few- was a little amusing to her. They were certainly not scary. Water was scary. Hypatia crests a dune and her body seems to be the color of the sand. It is merely the fire dancing on her skin, touched with the caress of water flowing like pools down her necks. A diadem glints on her poll, and her mane crackles with embers and ash.
“Welcome to Ni’Srilan, Isra.”
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