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by korr.a on Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:57 pm
No shouts of exultation, no trumpets, no fanfare. Well all that might have been a bit much really. It wasn't that Merek expected glorious praise for having done well enough to fulfill her request, it was simply that he expected more than a single raise of a brow and an overall air of one soon to verge on amusement. Of course, this possible mirth she was play at must have been the sarcastic kind. He was assuming things now as her reaction, or lack of one really, had taken him aback. Perhaps he'd judged wrong? Merek hadn't known the girl for years but he felt he should be familiar enough with her kind of expressions of happiness. In that light, this experience was lacking.
But his displeasure in this might have been non-existent for how he showed it. The young man said nothing in response to her thanks and only observed, with some attention, to the odd state she then was lost to. Strange indeed. He knew less and less of what to make of all this and his silence persisted. Her next request was met easily; he had no trouble providing necessary aid to her. By the end of it, all would have been lost for him were it not for the pretty picture of which she was now the subject. Naturally she'd inquired about his thoughts but he was too busy having more of them to readily answer her. Only at length did he speak, "You're lovely. Like an autumn morning." The new color added to those which were natural to her painted the image well in his eyes even in the darkened light.
Then smiled and she laughed, and the picture had transformed into a moving one like those presented by the players of the theatre. He didn't think it crazy in the least, unexpected perhaps, but understandable for the present time. Surviving an encounter with a dragon was enough to warrant that, let alone all else they'd done. And since her mood was like this, catching that was, he was put at ease concerning her prior odd reaction. "You must elaborate on what's inspired all this happiness, Kaitlynn," he insisted, having stepped closer and gathered her up into his arms. "I would hate to think I had no part in it at all." Moments like this must have been well earned by now. After the trials, there was nothing more than to return home. The return itself was not a topic he cared to cover yet though it must be done soon.
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