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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:19 pm
"Well," Azkadellia tried to put weight on her foot and flinched in pain. "Not so good. It's a start, anyway."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:22 pm
"You're hurt," Jazz said softly. "Here, sit down, let me look at it."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:25 pm
"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll just walk it off," Azkadellia took a few steps, limping, trying to prove that she could deal with her own mistakes.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:26 pm
"Azkadella, please, let me do this small thing for you," Jazz implored.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:36 pm
Azkadellia was a sucker for "please." No one ever said it at her house. They were more the "do it or I'll turn you to tin" kind of family. She sat down.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:44 pm
Jazz knelt beside her on the ground and gently took her hurt hoof in his, "This may tingle a bit." Without further ado he shed his physical form and became pure light circling around and within the hoof to ease the swelling and take away her pain.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:47 pm
Azkadellia resisted the urge to run, wishing he had warned her about this. This was . . . highly irregular. But she could feel what he was doing, and she knew she was safe. She knew then she would trust Jazz with her life.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:50 pm
"Don't be afraid," Jazz said gently as he returned to his own body. "I only want to help you, to heal you." He'd detected the rise in her heart rate while he had worked on her hoof. "Please believe me."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:53 pm
"I do," she said, meeting his eyes. He was so powerful, but so gentle, so kind.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:56 pm
"I'm glad," he said meeting her gaze. "Very glad."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 10:07 pm
Azkadellia couldn't look away. "Thank you, for healing my hoof." She was drawn to him, and she didn't know why. But rather than scared of the feeling, she found herself trusting it. Trusting herself. Trusting Jazz. She had flown today. And somehow that small victory seemed linked to her meeting Jazz. Wanting to fly with him.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 1:56 pm
"It was my pleasure," he said doing a final quick check to assure himself that she was in perfect condition. "May I make a request, mademoiselle?"
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:22 pm
"Sure," Azkadellia said, trying very hard to make sense.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 4:16 pm
"Allow me to accompany you again this evening?"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 7:54 pm
"Of course," Azkadellia said. "That would be perfect."
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