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Posted by Amelia on February 15, 2009, 4:22 am, in reply to "Thread thread thread:"
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where you will sit and contemplate your day
The air feels scorched around this mare, and Amelia feels her lungs hitch mid-breath. Scars mean nothing to her. Strandwolf's face did not make her shudder, and neither will Lebanon's mapping of scars across her flesh. It is the tone of the mare's voice, and the way she glances at Amelia. There is darkness flowing through her body, and Amelia can feel it reaching for her; the feel of warm fingers caress her chest and she takes a step back. Amelia can feel every inch of herself exposed to this mare, and it worries her. There are no secrets to be found in Amelia's mind; her simplicity makes her useless as a weapon.
The question strikes at her, and she has to think about it. She laughs at herself, a nervous, high-pitched giggle running through her mind she has to think about why she is worthy of life. Glorious. She's setting herself up. I think I am worth it, yes, but I suppose it only really matters if you believe it to be true, correct? I can't force you to fight for me. It's true. Amelia cannot grasp Lebanon's limbs and strike out at enemies. She cannot unhinge the mare's jaw and make the yellowed teeth snap at a neck. What makes everyone else worth your protection? How would I be different? It appears that Lebanon brings out an Amelia that no one has ever seen before an Amelia that is willing to push back when pushed.
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