
Posted by Amelia on February 26, 2009, 6:45 pm, in reply to "Now that the world's ending: THREAD"
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Since moving to Ni'Srilan, Amelia has learned to ignore others' actions. When Serothiel shifts his body away from her, she simply brings her muzzle towards her chest. It does not hurt her like it would have a few weeks ago; she's changed since coming to the desert. Her body has changed, and she can tell that Serothiel is not from the desert: his coat is too thick, his color still too rich. Bodies deteriorate in the heat; in time, his will, just like her body has.
There is a darkness to him. She can feel it, despite her lack of abilities. She can feel him pushing her away, even as his body remains still. Sadness spreads across his flesh, and she, even in her innocence (her naive ways are a luxery for anyone but her in the long run), can see that he is close to ruin. Another soft shove, a tripped step, and he's gone. It frustrates her to see another so far gone. It would be too easy for her to make an excuse, to leave him here. She wants to push him to accept her. She wants conversation, too. She's been too solitary as of late.
"I do live here, and have for quite some time. It's an okay place," she adds, trying to convince him that he shouldn't run away as soon as possible. "It just takes some getting used to. The sand is a bit of a pain." Nervousness does not suit him, and she stares at him, studying the way his face contorts. She dips her head down a bit, and tries to make eye contact. "Really, it's not so bad."
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