07-31-2018, 04:14 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:10pt;font-family:verdana"]She watches the Hellion as he reaches the correct conclusion. Somehow, the stutter in his voice is irritating to her. She thinks that if he is a leader, he should sound more certain, more forceful. Song has a hard time imagining him leading a group, but she keeps that thought to herself and hums in confirmation when he says her name. At least he remembers that, as she remembers his name.
The past, their birthclan, is a murky and misty memory. She remembers leaving clearly, and then the rest is taken by the clutches of time and the idea that she doesn't care all too much. She was not shaped by the clan of her birth, or by her parents. She was shaped by her training, her dancing, her fighting. That is who she was - perhaps her given name reflected the path she would always take.
[color=#C9B0BE]"It has been too long." She offers, a clear contrast. He seems so uneasy, as if he anticipating her to snap at him or something. At the question of how she has been, the answer catches on her tongue and she doesn't reply straight away. The silence stretches on a little too long to be comfortable, so she ignores it entirely. [color=#C9B0BE]"There is no need to apologise. Our paths diverged, tis fate's fault not yours. Ah, it is good to see you too."
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The past, their birthclan, is a murky and misty memory. She remembers leaving clearly, and then the rest is taken by the clutches of time and the idea that she doesn't care all too much. She was not shaped by the clan of her birth, or by her parents. She was shaped by her training, her dancing, her fighting. That is who she was - perhaps her given name reflected the path she would always take.
[color=#C9B0BE]"It has been too long." She offers, a clear contrast. He seems so uneasy, as if he anticipating her to snap at him or something. At the question of how she has been, the answer catches on her tongue and she doesn't reply straight away. The silence stretches on a little too long to be comfortable, so she ignores it entirely. [color=#C9B0BE]"There is no need to apologise. Our paths diverged, tis fate's fault not yours. Ah, it is good to see you too."
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[b]IT'S EASIER TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND SOMETIMES. AND I KNOW IT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO GO BUT I PRAY THE GROUND WOULD SWALLOW ME WHOLE. — lucia & alisaie / inactive / playing ff14