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Date Posted: 19:53:30 07/01/02 Mon
Author: Radames
Subject: Chase
In reply to: Fach 's message, "..." on 17:15:08 07/01/02 Mon

Radames sprints in a somewhat ungainly fashion after the lithe Fach, his pale golden hair snapping in the breeze he creates as he moves. After just a few minutes of dash and catch-up, to only watch her bound away again, he sighs wearily and leans against a nearby silver birch.

"Whew, little one. I spent eight hours a day each day of my young life working hard in the fields and laboring. And you manage to tire me out in a span of moments!" He sinks to the ground, welcoming the cool rush of grass to his back as he stretches flat out on his back, one eye trained on the prancing little princess who had outmatched him. He grins slightly, watching her leap and play with easy, effortless vigor. Sitting up after a moment, he finger combs his hair and keeps watching, smitten by the purple and gold already. But it doesn't race across his mind that such a creature would ever consider sharing her mind with him. Oh, she might play with him, or even let him scratch her behind the ear. But like all men in love, his greatest fear is rejection.

Best not to think of it now, of course. Enjoy the time as it passes now, he resolves to himself, nodding and firming the thought in his head. Perhaps he could get to know who she did Bond with, and maybe talk to her through them. All the insecurities ingrained into the slave from day one rush forth to meet him, but the wall of his vow not to think of the future sends the horrible thoughts racing, for now at least.

He chances a look at her again, the sweetest, most perfect of the bunch, in his eyes. Grinning he sinks back against the tree, trying to meet her brass eyes or invite her over to join him. "Really, I'm all worn out. We Dwi are sure no competetion, and we shouldn't pretend to be." He informs her, scratching his back on the solid bark of his tree.

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