03-19-2022, 07:58 PM
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Bonnie was knocked out of her trance by Jorgumand pushing her slightly behind himself. The chill that had enveloped her lingering as she silently watched the two interact. They must have sensed her discomfort, the line 'I mean no harm' being the strangers first utterance to the two Pittians and the tense rippling of muscles beneath Jorgumands pelt. Taking yet another deep yet silent breath Bonnie kept her eyes between Jorgumand and the desert sands shifting beneath them, not wanting a repeat performance.
Blackjack. Oscuro. Newcomers?
The accented voice wash over Bonnie, tone as far as one could get from malice.
'Doesn't mean he's any good.' There was her mind meeting her step to step. 'Doesn't mean he's bad either.' A twisted dance that left her exhausted was in it's first notes. It was then she registered the silence, and with slight panic she wondered if she was supposed to speak. Had she missed something?
"Newcomers. Yes." speech stunted, Bonnie snapped her jaw shut and prayed that Jorgumand would take over. If she could blush she'd likely be the color of a fire hydrant. And now she would have to live with the source of this embarrassment. Not just Blackjack, but herself.
'Could always leave.'
Ya right, and die in the desert. Sure thing. Good plan. Not that it'd worked any better last time. No, she'd learn to live with herself and Blackjack's hauntingly beautiful eyes. Things weren't broken. She hadn't done anything wrong. Nobody would hurt her. She was okay.
The spiral ended, tornado winds of thought dissipating. Greeted on the other side by a still silence.
Blackjack. Oscuro. Newcomers?
The accented voice wash over Bonnie, tone as far as one could get from malice.
'Doesn't mean he's any good.' There was her mind meeting her step to step. 'Doesn't mean he's bad either.' A twisted dance that left her exhausted was in it's first notes. It was then she registered the silence, and with slight panic she wondered if she was supposed to speak. Had she missed something?
"Newcomers. Yes." speech stunted, Bonnie snapped her jaw shut and prayed that Jorgumand would take over. If she could blush she'd likely be the color of a fire hydrant. And now she would have to live with the source of this embarrassment. Not just Blackjack, but herself.
'Could always leave.'
Ya right, and die in the desert. Sure thing. Good plan. Not that it'd worked any better last time. No, she'd learn to live with herself and Blackjack's hauntingly beautiful eyes. Things weren't broken. She hadn't done anything wrong. Nobody would hurt her. She was okay.
The spiral ended, tornado winds of thought dissipating. Greeted on the other side by a still silence.
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