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Date Posted: 13:28:29 12/03/02 Tue
Author: kat
Author Host/IP: AKCF1-GGI.xtra.co.nz / 203.96.111.237
Subject: Re: mrr - sultan
In reply to: kat 's message, "mrr - reincarnation" on 00:01:09 12/03/02 Tue

These are pure skies
These are pure skies
That sit between us

She watched him for a moment, seeing the definable thoughts flicker and get discarded in his soulful eyes. Her own sigh quivers dark nostrils, and they are gently pushed against his shoulder comfortingly. The future held with it many questions, but the essence of what would happen was not in their reach, and diverting the harm it could wreak. In his eyes there was a concerned worry for all surrounding him, not just her... although the majority of such a notion was for her, but for the Hawks. For all those who would struggle to save themselves, and could be turned to dust by the end of the month. It didn�t surprise her; however, it melted her heart to him all the more. How could one creature care so much, when he had once cared so little? Sultan was more than what he had been that day in the forests, searching for the illusive figure of her youth. He was deeper yet more open, prouder yet more humble and most of all the sparkle in his features illuminated his soul. Did his essence simply wait to be picked up from the ground and cradled like the precious gem it had the potential to be? Their gazes danced together, thoughts and feelings intermingling until they were as one polished dream, a lynchpin to the crazy life whizzing about them. For a long time she was silent, simply living in the moment.
Her weight was carefully shifted, and her gaze wandered from him to the countenance splayed in serenity about them. She wished only to have a peaceful time without worry, or planning or strategizing, and knew a way to get it. But that would come later. Her features lost their glimmer as her thought turned toward the meadow once more, not its landscape but its technical difficulties. They were originality-impaired. Her tone was naturally thoughtful;

�There is little that we can do now. Let it rest, the time when we can help will come.�

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