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 Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 9:27 pm
If she was glad -- and she was, quite so -- that he could not see her occasional grimace, she is doubly glad he cannot see any hint of the flush that crawls up her skin. It is not in her nature to seek out company and this may well be the first compliment she has had. "T-thank you," she manages, a touch choked.
She makes a few slow, tentative, steps towards the foal and his guardian. Not so close as to spook the little one but near enough that she is in a better position to defend it. Almost, she wishes her caiman was about. Or maybe not -- if the foal were to open its eyes that might not be the best creature to see...
"How long will you stay with him?" she wondered aloud.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 12:33 pm
"Until he no longer requires me," he says. He gently nudges the foal's head, and the little thing extends its nose towards her, seeking. "Soon he will begin to walk and then to run, and he will leave me. None have stayed." anemosagkelos OMG I had no idea I owed a tag I thought the thread died sorry X_X
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:12 pm
Rejam I should have reminded you sooner but it's been so hectic I forgot we had one until I saw your pairings thread. (And then momentarily thought I had forgotten to reply to your tag, haha.) , she thinks to herself. As a guardian, like him, she does not know the moment well but as a mother... Well with her fear, there had been some relief, and yet once was enough. She bows her head, pressing closer to the foal, so that it may catch her scent. The last thing she wants to do is scare the dear. A frown gnaws at her mouth, "There will be time yet until it leaves." Perhaps not as long as the buck would like, for his words sound lonely and sad. A number of ideas blossom in her head about how to soothe such decided soon-to-be loneliness but she is unsure of if any are the right thing to say. "Perhaps you will meet it again in the future..." A wistful, optimistic thought.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 10:21 am
"Sometimes I do," he agrees. The foal seems interested in her approach, even eager. Perhaps it senses that she is a warmer and more like presence than its protector. "Sometimes they remember me. Sometimes they do not. But today I have met someone who will remember me, I hope."
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 9:41 pm
More confident, she edges forward until her nose brushes against the foal's own. It is a mere touch before the doe's head slides until her chin perches on the head of the foal, almost as if to offer it the warmth of her body. However her eyes are on Slender, "You would be impossible to forget." And she means it. "I think this one will remember you, too," she adds.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 6:55 pm
Hearing the foal's happy noises, Slender's face breaks into the closest thing he has to a smile. It is an awkward expression clearly not at home on his strange, eyeless face. "It sounds like you will be remembered as well." Truth told, he isn't sure how to take her comment about being impossible to forget. Sweetly meant, he is sure, but similar comments in the past have had entirely different motivations. "I hope that I have not interrupted you in some task." Awkwardly phrased, as nearly everything he says tends to be.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 6:44 pm
It is a relief to hear the sounds of a happy foal; the fear of scaring it is abated. She lets out a breath and fixes her eyes on the out of place smile on Slender's face. It doesn't suit him, the stoic guardian is more befitted by a straight face, and yet she is glad to see it. "Perhaps, so," she allows, though for what reason the foal has to remember her over him... She is glad he does not question her comment -- she has no idea how to explain it beyond the words themselves. Instead, "No, nothing," she answers his question. The only task she ever has is trying to forget the bad luck, the futile hope that it won't strike.
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