[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by .indira on February 5, 2009, 9:36 am, in reply to "just dance! it'll be ok" I N D I R A
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I wonder if maybe I have him all wrong. But then again, I could have him entirely right. What I do know is that I hate how I can't read him. That used to be my strong point, I was the one who could guess what would be said before my companion had even thought of saying it. It had been a gift, from my father of course, like all my gifts were. He had been the slow, methodical type. He had taught me to watch, really watch. To listen to every word and observe every facial muscle, to note every movement. I had been pretty damn good too. But this one, Cyan, he is practically unreadable. His face stays in this unearthly calm, I wonder briefly if he is not both alseep and having this light conversation with me. The conversation is so dull I do believe it might be possible. But then he says something else, somehting that piques my attention. My ears swivvel forward in the mass of blue hairs that crowns my skull, my s oft browneyes suddenly lighting up. Electrocuting? He must be joking! Noone can control electricity! Psh. "Oh really? Maybe he needs to be zapped himself." I grin, flashing that quirky expression that had often endeared me to others. I really was a pretty mare, too bad about the leg. "Sure, I'm up for an adventure." I am thinking way too much about this Cyan. Maybe reading him is entirly unnecessary, after all, it was better I not turn away the first horse I meet here just because he is not an open book. I move away, ndging him just once in a playful manner, my nose pressing briefly into his thick shoulder before I push off, a mischevious grin snaking across my lips. Enough reading, I wans't about to piss off my first potential friend.
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