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Date Posted: 14:25:02 08/30/02 Fri
Author: Kaven
Subject: Re: Tis ok
In reply to: Zeno~Vannea 's message, "Tis ok" on 13:37:03 08/30/02 Fri

He looks destinctly startled. His eyes quickly rove the caven room, trying to find what allowed her to see him meld the flower. He starts to say something, then something else, before giving her one last confused look.
"Oh. . you, you saw that then," he stammers. Indeed, he looks very much like someone caught between telling the truth and the quick thinking of a lie. " That, it was nothing, just. . . just a, trick, that i can do. It's. . . it's nothing really." He looks back at her, anxious of the response, he is such a bad liar under pressure.

That is when he takes a closer look into her face, and sees the confusion in her face. . . .her golden orbs told nothing, yet mirrored confusion. She had not seen anything, then who? oh..

Vannea.

The dragon must have seen him. Vannea must have seen him. There was no other was that Zeno would ask that question. He sighs, feeling stupid and quite trapped. Again, his emotions, wanting to please Zeno, trying to help, getting to friendly with the beautiful maid, were getting him in trouble. The awkward silence, which has gotten quite long is finally broken, again, by his voice. He had best tell the truth, for he dare not lie front a Dragon, and the idea of lying to Zeno did not make him very comfortable.


He had nothing to fear from her. She was kind, smart, and (he hoped) truly cared about his well-being. She was not out to hurt him. Her heart is gold, he tells himself, as are her beautious eyes. She had more than proved herself trustworthy to him, and it was only a matter of time before she figured it out anyway. Perhaps in telling her, he could once again not be so. . . alone. Perhaps she, could, and would understand.

"Let me begin again, Zeno,"he says as he steps back from the fire and toward the cave walls, dry and warm. The sun setting in the west was coming through the cave mouth through the storm and snow, barely, flickering like a candle before the darkness of night. The baige walls were bathed in this flickering light, from both orange flames and setting sun. He stands and gently picks a crimson flower, bigger and more vibrant than others reachable. He then takes off a golden ring from his pocket.

"Watch," he whispers. As he holdsthe ring, it begins to glow, whiter and whiter, until one must look away to not be harmed. Slowly, like the melting of snow, the ring leaves its shape, and spreads out over his hand, still glowing white, like lighting and fire. The light fills up the cave, and Kaven is bathed in it, all that is visible is a faint outline, and his deep brown eyes. He then takes the crimson flower in his hand, which now is also glowing, though keeping its shape. He slowly brings his two hands together, and the light gets even brighter, until nothing is visible.
It dims and goes out, the fire returns, and the sun has set. There he is, holding in his hand, the flower, its petals melded together into another cup, but though feeling soft as petals do, it hold the strenghth of metal, and this rose-cup has spiderweb-esque designs on each crimson petal, made of gold, thinner than spider's silk. It is truly beautiful.

"This," he says, somewhat warily, "Is what makes me different. I can meld two things together into one. .

This, is for you, Zeno, "he says with a tired smile.

"Thank you for being you."

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