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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 5:40 pm
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Lily normally held herself to her full height; full of pride and enthusiasm. Her voice was usually loud and delegating without question. Today, everything was different. She was scrunched down and unimposing, even hiding quietly behind her brother at every opportunity to do so. She felt lost and helpless, like a small child all over again just before they took him away.
They couldn’t make up their minds, could they? She almost wanted to stay behind. Medea was a madwoman – a powerful madwoman. She could be leading them into their dooms and once they accept her, they couldn’t defy her – right? She was just so strong and did not seem afraid to use everything at her disposal to meet her ends. She was certainly not someone who could be manipulated into becoming as harmless as a newborn kitten.
Lily looked up at Alva, from her pitiable posture far below his. He seemed to be assured and calm about this. It was almost as if their dynamic had shifted to compensate in these trying times. She needed this and she needed him to lead the way, for now. She still couldn’t help but distantly wonder what he was thinking about. Her hand sought to take his, a strong fear of becoming lost in the crowd sinking into her stomach.
Before long they had made it past the trials and into the heart of Conquest level. He moved onto his room and with that she had to release his hand. She knew sharing again was a bad idea, the tents had been suffocating. She turned from his door and stared at her own directly next door.
She took a deep breath and entered. It was so much bigger than the tent had been. Far more elegant as well and seemed pre-catered to her every need. Her heart skipped just a bit and she quietly longed for it to not be some horrible trick. A smile crept back into her features as she deftly opened her bags and pulled everything out in a flurry onto the floor.
In the end, she revealed a scrolled up ink painting, not painted by herself, and hung that on her wall. When she felt it was perfectly straight, she dashed across the room to the shared wall and thumped on it curiously.
She turned her head, careful of her horn and placed her ear to the wall.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 4:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 5:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 7:10 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 3:44 pm
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