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 Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 12:07 pm
If Lilo noticed Wakia's staring, she didn't say or do anything about it. Her mind was more on the war, the sides and the meaning of each. She wasn't sure what her full opinion was, she didn't really care- but the way things were going it was almost crucial she pick a side. Or she could do as she always did, just sit back and wait for things to sort themselves out and go back to how things were and always had been.
Her attention was caught when he suddenly spoke up, officially calling her a friend and saying he cared what happened to her. It wasn't something she heard a lot, it was.. interesting. She dared to smile ever so slightly at him.
"You're my only friend too," she admitted, "Truthfully the smart thing to do seems it would be to stay out of the way and then side with whoever wins. Though I don't think I'm with the rebellion, what exactly do they want?"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 3:18 pm
He thought for a moment and concluded her idea to side with the victor was a good one. But the thought of siding with the rebels, whom his mother loathed so did not feel right.
"I don't know what they want, I know that they do not believe in the teachings of Finar-si, and they don't like the old blood, so your grandfather is probably on their list." the thoughts crossed his mind to ask her to stay with him, away from anyone in the royal family to keep her safe, but he did not think it would go well.
Sitting beside her made him happy, and especially knowing he was her only friend as well. "I know that there was a rumor for traditionalists to gather near the border, maybe it's true but I didn't get it from a reliable source. Perhaps we should head that way?"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 3:25 pm
They were so poorly informed on the subject, and that truly was the source of Lilo's apathy on this topic. With a fight ongoing, though, there was more pressing need than usual to be educated on the topic. The mention of her grandfather made her glance beyond Wakia back towards the central territory. She'd never met him officially, and she didn't feel a deep personal connection to her family.. but she did see some value in the connection she shared with a great majority of the pride.
"Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully, glancing back when he suggested heading for the border, "Can't hurt to check it out, can it?"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 3:53 pm
He stood and started to walk in the direction his unrealizable informant spoke of, a passing slave wasn't always the best place to get information. There wasn't a familiar cockiness in his step, or even his familiar slow gate while he was thinking about a story, but a sense of panic and urgency took all of him and spread from ear to tail.
"I hope, this ends quickly..and even that my mother and sister are alright," he neglected to say father, he didn't know anything really but stories about him.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:54 am
Umlilo watched Wakia take the first couple steps, recognizing the lacking that was in it. There was something odd about how he was walking, and it was the first reason Lilo had to even seriously think about the rebellion. It wasn't the ideal situation to be in, and the outcome would determine future situation.
"I hope so too," she agreed, stepping up beside him finally, "Your family being safe, I mean."
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:52 pm
His panicked movements seemed so alien even in his current state of mind and a slow shiver rushed through him causing him to look at her and a the same time through her and to the future. His storyteller's mind thinking of the possibilities. What if her family went with the rebels? It was doubted, she was of royal blood, would they accept her? Wakia's yellow eyes closed tight and then opened again.
"Alright then, the future seems muddled...but one thing I know, you'll be in my future." if it was possible to see below black fur you'd see a blush, he meant it that they'd be close friends, and they'd get out of this alive; but perhaps a Freudian slip that he wanted much more from his friend. They were around the same age, she a bit younger, but he still thought.
He looked away from her pretending there was sand in his eyes and mouth, he coughed a few times, and feigned determination at focusing on the task at hand. "To the borders, to our families.
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