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table by debain
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http://a.imageshack.us/img717/5995/70049898.png);"> THERE'S A PLACE I KNOW IF YOU'RE LOOKIN' FOR A SHOW He talked and he talked for what seemed hours, not because she was bored but because she felt guilty. She had been so mean to him, so condescending and so certain that her scars were the worse between the two... But she had been wrong, had failed to notice that there was something hidden between his thoughtless smile. The words brought back memories of her own family, her dear parents and the others... Gone, just like the ashes of the Wildwood being pulled to distant lands by the wind. Along with this images, she could briefly imagine him as a child. No family—he didn't have an uncle like Honijo or brothers like Indru and Ruiko or sisters like Niija and Ioni; he didn't have a mother or a father or an anything else. He had others, strangers that tried to fill in such roles, but it could hardly be the same... Those people were temporary, ephemeral; clearly, they had not stayed with him, love and admiration aside. Family was the only thing that she knew, the only thing that was real to Junai Tainn; she pitied Wldering Darksidy for not having a real one. A betrayal... Family didn't betray family; it didn't work that way. She wondered what it must have been like, to have something so entirely fake. After a moment, she decided she really didn't care to know, because knowing entailed experiencing; ignorance was bliss, in this case. Regardless of his long tale, Junai found herself speechless. Pity was prevalent in her gaze, but she did not know how to be nice with her words—not to strangers, not to anyone but her family. <b style="color:#333E4B; font-family:georgia;">“I'm sorry you were betrayed and that you lost your child.” She didn't bother to ask why he had left his child behind in the first place; there had probably been difficult circumstances, considering the man before her seemed hardly the time to leave anyone to die purposefully, friend or foe. He was far too chivalrous, from what she judged. <b style="color:#333E4B; font-family:georgia;">“Does remembering make you sad?” 'It makes me sad.' She didn't want to be alone on the subject and after receiving his answer, she looked pointedly to the horizon, uncertain as to what to do. After a moment, she jumped from her boulder and started padding down the river bank in the general direction of Sacred Grove. She paused after a fews steps before turning and remarking quietly, <b style="color:#333E4B; font-family:georgia;">“Goodbye, Weldering Darksidy. If we ever meet again, it better not be on Swift River lands, got it, punk?” She gave an impish grin, pushing away the sadness and turned her back on him, continuing on her way. |
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