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The tall boy greets her cheerfully, and Maude smiles at him briefly, before returning her attention to the water. She doesn’t notice, at least, not at first, that the boy’s eyes linger on her for longer than hers do his. Certainly the sort of girl to create poems about love any chance she got, the maiden was not yet one who understood that which she sang about incessantly. Naïve to the entire ordeal of physical attraction, having not yet beholden anyone who inspired such lustful thoughts from her, the girl simply notices whether or not someone else is handsome or graceful. She doesn’t yet notice the seductive rippling of sinew on the bodies of the warriors she meets and knows, the soft sweep of a man’s smirk across his rugged face, or how very, very soft those lips could feel against the curve of her neck.
Oblivious, the youth blissfully watches the water, unaware, as she has always been, of yet another male friend’s affections.
As they begin to talk about the sea, however, something nags at the girl – her sixth sense, if you will – and she again looks back towards the handsome, young warrior. This time, she does notice his stare, though doesn’t classify it as one. Instead, she feels her chest tighten oddly, and her belly does an odd flop, very similar to the one Kianzo had inspired long ago, during a herd meeting, looking at her much the same way which Damascus does now. The smile that comes to her features now is different than the easy one she’d first arrived with: lopsided, hesitant, and curious.
The shimmer of fish draws her gaze back down to the water, however, if Damascus’ muzzle gesturing to them all wasn’t enough of a reason, and a small gasp of excitement bubbles from her mouth.
"Oh, look! There are tiny little fish!" she breathlessly exclaims; only now noticing the rock crab that had initially drawn Damascus here to begin with, the girl more fervently squeaks, "ohhhh my gosh, and a crab!"
Her enthusiasm over the crustacean, unfortunately, sends the silvery fish scattering into the deeper parts of the water, away from where Maude’s loud voice booms some inches above the surface of their shallows. Laughing at her folly, the doe looks back at Damascus with a full grin, which flutters and flickers oddly when she finds his mercurial gaze pinned whole heartedly upon her still. Suddenly nervous (and unsure why), her smile slips away, slightly, and her green eyes glisten with anxious curiosity.
"Oops… they’ll come back, I hope?" she asks, doing her best not to abruptly blurt out an inquiry as to why Damascus was staring at her (did she have some mud on her face or something?).
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how to be brave
how to love when I'm afraid
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10-09-2017, 08:29 AM
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