
Posted by Isra on January 28, 2009, 10:22 am, in reply to "for: ISRA"
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ISRA ;
Isra almost misses him coming towards her, until just before he calls. She glances towards his direction, entirely coincidentally, and gives an internal start of surprise.
Stupid, she immediately berates herself, dropping her head as if browsing along the ground while keeping an eye on the approaching stallion. You should have seen that. It’s not like her not to be constantly watching—you’d think that in a new place that would be intensified. It’s not like her to be that jumpy, either, but at least she suppresses the external response. Instead, she fakes a slight jump when his voice rings out, looking up from her feigned pursuit with slightly widened dark eyes. Her black forelock sweeps across her forehead as she raises a delicate head, nostrils flaring to catch a scent on the slender breeze.
“Hello,” she says, almost shyly, but the eyes give her away, bright, sharp, and attentive. She hopes suddenly and terribly that he’s not another one of these Seers, or Oracles. That would be too much to bear.
He’s a fair distance away, so she takes a few steps towards him as she answers. “Thank you—I don’t really know the desert well yet, so I’d appreciate the company.”
“Oh, and—if you don’t mind me asking—what’s your name?”
- - - - - - - - there is no such thing as truth
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