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 Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 1:59 pm
Xiu's expression, guarded as it was, still communicated his anxiety. His balled up hands, his posture, the pallor of his skin -- Cesc looked at him and felt, suddenly, an unsureness growing in his stomach. The call of Xiu's voice was still muffled and buried and far away. He was not certain that he could follow it, and even if he could, that he could do what was necessary to bring it back.
"You have to know," Cesc said, his voice low, his eyelids fluttering closed and then open again as he wrestled down the emotion, finding his calm again. When he looked up at Xiu again, he wore the expression of boyish earnestness, his brow high and furrowed, his gaze clear. "You have to know that it is not ... not perfect. I wish that I could -- I would do anything to -- but I cannot guarantee that we will find exactly what you desire. This ... power I have, it is not yet something I have even begun to master. All I can promise you that I will certainly try."
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 8:45 pm
Xiu immediately felt his cheeks colouring with embarassment when Cesc admitted that his skill was not perfect and the white Sigel felt compelled to turn his gaze downwards for fear of making things even more awkward between them. Had he sounded too eager? Did Cesc sense the wild seed of hope that was blooming all too fast within him?
I am aware that nothing is certain but I am still grateful for any help that is offered wrote Xiu. You have given me much hope and I shall never hold it against you if things turn out otherwise .
Here the Sigel paused before seeming to contemplate his next sentence. When would it be a good time to start the search? At your convenience, of course
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 8:49 pm
Cesc could only shake his head as he read Xiu's reply. His jaw set, and there was a determination about him as he thought of his friend, having waited so long for any assistance or opportunity for a break in his mystery. He would certainly, certainly do everything he could for him.
"I am free this coming weekend," said the stag. He looked down, running his thumb over the sword's scabbard. "We can all go then."
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