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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 1:16 am
"Where they will," He answered for his paws, eyes too going out to look acros the grassland stretched before them. Indeed, he felt that itch as always, something telling him that he had stayed too long with this creature. He nodded to her words, finding both agreement and dissagreement in them, and that was fine. He had no need to play attempt to play with this girl's mind, or twist her views in one way or another--No, she was too singular a creature for such meddlings. To touch her in such a fashion would be to violate a perfect flower; they only bloomed so long, and to disfigure them before their short time was up would be unthinkable.
He offered her a smile for her own musings, for he understood them, and a nodded bow. Still keeping low, he looked up towards her with a smile. "Gestures are what they are, and while actions have voice, it what is not said that means more." He kept her eyes then, as few cats would do, before tearing them away and standing. Yes, he had stayed too long, but just as he knew he had to move, he also knew that he would return. He did not know when, or why, or under what circumstances, but he would return once more to seek out this rare bud and see what she might blossom into. "I shall remember your name, Tsi'hilu Waya, and see where this memory takes me." He felt she would understand, and thus, with another slight bow of a nod, he turned and made his way back into the grassland.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 1:26 am
And indeed she understand; that much was clear in the she smiled still, her eyes closing to give feeling to the particular gesture, "Fare well then," there they were; the words the mind had somewhat feared would come, but only once she'd said them did she feel peace of mind.
She knew as well as he did that he'd be back; not only did her heart tell her this, but her mind too, and thus slowly, she turned to look away from him as he walked away. There was something about watching another walk away that she'd never liked; it was something akin to violating an intimacy that'd been previously unheard of, and thus she merely placed her gaze on the distant lands that lay beyond the horizon. The petite lioness never saw him disapear into the distance, nor did she wish to, instead keeping that last bow and smile within her mind's eye for future reference. It was nicer to be able to look back and see a smile instead of a retreating figure, and thus that's what she saw when she closed her eyes later as time passed and she thought about the Stranger she'd met one day upon a rock.
His name did not elude her however, and though she kept the words guarded in her memory, she did not speack them outloud; doing so would harm the delicate balance she'd been treading, after all. It was now all a matter of waiting. Watching and waiting.
He'd be back.
-- The End --
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