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Parent One -Arwen
Parent Two -Yongnian
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Possibility for Throwbacks? - (yes/no) No
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Yongnian watched as Arwen walked by him. She was visibly irritated at him. It had been rude to ask her why she had come to them-most ungentlemanly. But at times like these, he often found himself asking embarrassing questions. It came from being around Nite Owl too long.

Turning, he watched Arwen saunter off toward their home in a pissed of manner. He wondered idly what was bothering her. He liked to know how things worked. There was something odd about her….

In Yongnian’s mind, he could see things like a blueprint. There were lines connecting to other lines showing how lives were intermingled. But her life was oddly devoid of lines, of ties to others. She was an island in the midst of a vast uncharitable ocean.

Rubbing his chin, he wandered if a mere touch could illicit a line. No one was that unconnected. Everyone had some line, some trace to another being. He didn’t want to bother her, but his curiosity was getting the best of him. He would find out as inconspicuously as he could.

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Arwen walked back and forth across her room. She was angry with herself. After all, what was she doing here? Why was she trying to be like others? She obviously was not. She had never been normal, had never been able to be carefree like others. She had been told time and time again what was expected of someone of her breeding…her rank. Yet, she could not bring herself to be high and mighty.

What did it matter that her past haunted her? Others had come from worse and had became great, but she had become nothing. She had never risen above what had happened. Every night the dreams came, and every night they were different. It had been so long ago that the memories had largely faded but the pain had stayed. She couldn’t remember exactly what had happened to her sister’s beloved only the final outcomes. His dead body lying there and three immobile forms looking over it.

Shaking it off, she continued to pace her cave. She despised the sniveling coward she was. Why could she not move on? Why could she not love?

LOG 4

His eyes were looking past her, toward her sister…

Arwen woke up in a cold sweat again. This was getting ridiculous. Why did her heart have to race? Why did she wake up to this dream now after all these years?

Getting out of her bed, she wandered outside and into the night air. Her mind kept dwelling on things she didn’t want to think about. She kept seeing his face….his eyes, but never looking at her.

She heard soft footsteps behind her and without turning, she knew who it was. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Yongnian stepped out of the shadows.

“You know damn well what I mean.” Arwen’s eyes flashed with fury. About her a soft auora glowed for a moment as thirteen daggers appeared in the air about her.”

“Going to kill me?”

Arwen’s anger faltered as she paled. As she turned to cover her face, the daggers disappeared. She could see his face…Just one of the many scenarios that her dream took on…That it had been she…

Shaking her head, she choked back the tears. “Leave me. Get away from me.”

Yongnian stepped closer. “Why can’t you trust me?”

“It’s never gotten me anywhere before.”

“Maybe you’ve trusted the wrong people.”

Arwen turned her flushed, angry face toward him. “Then if you’re so good that’s why I can’t trust you or couldn’t because I never trust anyone good!”

Yongnian looked at her keenly, “You’re irrational.”

“No,” her voice was low. “It’s the truth.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” He placed his hooves gently on her shoulders.

A confusion filled Arwen as she looked up into his earnest face. “What do you want from me?” Her voice was more a plea than a question.

“Let me see the real you.” Yongnian looked into her eyes, touched her skin waiting to feel connections streaming out toward people-for his power to work. But her links, her path remained completely blank to him.

Arwen looked up at him as she began to tremble. Her whole mind reeled as she thought of what he could mean. But something more than trust was filling her, something she’d only felt once before…