she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
I'm not surprised, was a response that... well, surprised Maerys. It was effortless for her eyes to follow his lips move as vowels and expressions fell from their velvet clutches, but it was not easy for her to know what the man would do or say next (something that drew her deeper into their conversation). An askew smirk highlighted by the crafty dip of a dimple was what she observed with fascination next as his voice once more dawned upon the space between them.
Was, is.
There was a spark in her heart; a bright blast in this satin dark that dared to change the atmosphere of energy among them. Maybe the words hit her more thoroughly than they should, but the girl could not identify if her home was an "is" or a "was" at this point - could Elchanan not either? When questioned, she never recognized what to respond and alternatively could taste the moisture being wicked away from her mouth, her swallows gradually slipping into sandpaper rubbing against itself.
But she didn't want to consider her home again. She did not want to reflect on her beaten house or the cryptic terrors of blood-soaked treachery she had to witness as a meager child.
She didn't want to consider what parts of her life were is and was.
It was so much easier to concentrate on how his highlights curved into one another like sculpted porcelain. And how when he articulated it was with an invigorated vitality that Maerys could not offer in return because the glint of misconduct in his eyes was not something she had experienced in many before and it made her pulse thicken, thrusting harder and quicker through her veins.
He declared he savored in figuring things out, but more specifically he questioned this land's witchcraft. She could see the shadowy centers of his eyes regarding the forest, pausing for something miraculous to occur and prove him correct. The girl held no breath in anticipation for the forest, she had no apprehension it was exceptional and a considerable part of her did not want it to prove itself to the stallion. It was perspective-changing to see an island appear from an ocean that had never had an island, to see the island form itself a bridge for easy access, to see its waters infested with never before seen creatures, and walls built of seaweed that came from nowhere and ended nowhere (and pulsed). If it desired to, it could prove itself in a malevolent way that both Maerys and Elchanan would not be able to protect themselves from. Then what? It had proven itself to Maerys, and she wondered how it possibly hadn't for Elchanan.
And then she couldn't remember her own thoughts because he was stepping closer and she didn't know what to think.
Her eyes, so dancing and curious, fall to his hooves as they plant themselves firmly once again. "And what wouldst thee consider special enough to exceed an entire continent?"
And she doesn't know what he will say, but she wants to know more profoundly than she thought she would. It becomes easy then to match his step forward with one of her own.
Was, is.
There was a spark in her heart; a bright blast in this satin dark that dared to change the atmosphere of energy among them. Maybe the words hit her more thoroughly than they should, but the girl could not identify if her home was an "is" or a "was" at this point - could Elchanan not either? When questioned, she never recognized what to respond and alternatively could taste the moisture being wicked away from her mouth, her swallows gradually slipping into sandpaper rubbing against itself.
But she didn't want to consider her home again. She did not want to reflect on her beaten house or the cryptic terrors of blood-soaked treachery she had to witness as a meager child.
She didn't want to consider what parts of her life were is and was.
It was so much easier to concentrate on how his highlights curved into one another like sculpted porcelain. And how when he articulated it was with an invigorated vitality that Maerys could not offer in return because the glint of misconduct in his eyes was not something she had experienced in many before and it made her pulse thicken, thrusting harder and quicker through her veins.
He declared he savored in figuring things out, but more specifically he questioned this land's witchcraft. She could see the shadowy centers of his eyes regarding the forest, pausing for something miraculous to occur and prove him correct. The girl held no breath in anticipation for the forest, she had no apprehension it was exceptional and a considerable part of her did not want it to prove itself to the stallion. It was perspective-changing to see an island appear from an ocean that had never had an island, to see the island form itself a bridge for easy access, to see its waters infested with never before seen creatures, and walls built of seaweed that came from nowhere and ended nowhere (and pulsed). If it desired to, it could prove itself in a malevolent way that both Maerys and Elchanan would not be able to protect themselves from. Then what? It had proven itself to Maerys, and she wondered how it possibly hadn't for Elchanan.
And then she couldn't remember her own thoughts because he was stepping closer and she didn't know what to think.
Her eyes, so dancing and curious, fall to his hooves as they plant themselves firmly once again. "And what wouldst thee consider special enough to exceed an entire continent?"
And she doesn't know what he will say, but she wants to know more profoundly than she thought she would. It becomes easy then to match his step forward with one of her own.
M A E R Y S
@Elchanan literally sue me for making u wait nine years I am so sorry
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