Alanna of Trebond (
the_lioness) wrote2005-12-17 03:24 pm
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*A few hours after her sparring match with Mordred, Alanna has yet to go indoors. Perhaps it's an exercise in endurance or merely a need for wide open spaces, but today, the cold air feels far less stifling than the heat inside. She sits near the paddock, watching Mithros cavort in the snow. He's had far too much energy as of late, and she's starting to wonder about the wisdom of bringing him here.*

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*Alanna pulls her knees up and hugs them, her tone carefully light.*
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This. You coming to talk to me. I'm sorry about the other day. I was... uncomfortable.
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It's not that I don't want to talk to you, Thom. I haven't been avoiding you. Not really.
I just don't know what to say.
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But I . . .
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*It's like an old, familiar game.*
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He seems to find his hands very intriguing.*
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She takes a deep breath.*
We did talk. If- I won't thank you for what you did. Ever, if for no other reason than I'll likely never forget the image.
But.
We talked. And maybe I understand why you did it.
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What do we do now?
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