This one waited.
Breathing softly against his leg, she hoped that he could break the curse that bound her words. So many of her kind - human and dream - had different variations or side effects of the curse. Some were blind or deaf. Some lost their youth and looks, dying very young in years. Others just died immediately. Indiel lost her voice. From birth, she remembers singing like the others in the caravan. But once she was nine, it all stopped.
Just silence and pain when she tried.
She wasn't able to resist the twinge in her shoulders at being touched. Then, she felt the burn. All over again, like when it had first sinked into her skin and her hands slammed into the grass to hold onto something. The bring shimmer all around her wasn't seen till just before it dissipated.
He was gone...
Did she accidentally cause his death? Indiel sat up slowly, the mark glowing bright and making that hiss, the cent of burning flesh clinging in the air around her. It made her stomach turn just a little. A moment passed, and she looked up at the splash of water. How did he get way over there? And-....with nearly nothing on. Her face did not blush, no. There was no reddening involved. It turned into an explosion of fire. Both hands came up and covered what happened in the flustered state of her 'kisser', hiding it from view and keeping her eyes from seeing anything she was not used to seeing on a man.
Or, another being. He was neither male or female, but still a beauty. She had not the time to see anything private, her eyes and face being covered automatically to avoid such a thing. He looked a little different as well. As if he had shed his skin into something similar, but all together something else. Maybe just as pleasing to gaze at. Not that she was, seeing as he had somehow lost his clothing. And the fact that he seemed to blame her for what had happened to him.
'Truely, I did not know....' It was hard to speak this to him, she had no voice. Her hands kept her face from view, so not even they could speak for her. Another splash of water and this was amended by her hands covering just her mouth. Had he fallen? No, just-....changed his clothes. He was certainly magical and not human if he could do something like that so quickly.
Indiel stood and made her way over to him, her vision blurring just enough from the throb of the mark on her neck acting against the gentleman, and looked at the lute he held out to her. It was very beautiful. But-.....expensive looking. Looking from the lute and into his face, she was worried once more that she had inadvertently hurt him.
One hand tapped her chest twice and then was placed on his chest for a moment. She held an expression of pain, concern and worry. Then, using both hands she pointed her index fingers at each other to move them in a twisting fashion, as if to wring out a piece of cloth. She was asking if he was in pain the only way she knew how. The lute was beautiful, and she wanted to play it just for fun. But his well being was more important than entertainment.
Breathing softly against his leg, she hoped that he could break the curse that bound her words. So many of her kind - human and dream - had different variations or side effects of the curse. Some were blind or deaf. Some lost their youth and looks, dying very young in years. Others just died immediately. Indiel lost her voice. From birth, she remembers singing like the others in the caravan. But once she was nine, it all stopped.
Just silence and pain when she tried.
She wasn't able to resist the twinge in her shoulders at being touched. Then, she felt the burn. All over again, like when it had first sinked into her skin and her hands slammed into the grass to hold onto something. The bring shimmer all around her wasn't seen till just before it dissipated.
He was gone...
Did she accidentally cause his death? Indiel sat up slowly, the mark glowing bright and making that hiss, the cent of burning flesh clinging in the air around her. It made her stomach turn just a little. A moment passed, and she looked up at the splash of water. How did he get way over there? And-....with nearly nothing on. Her face did not blush, no. There was no reddening involved. It turned into an explosion of fire. Both hands came up and covered what happened in the flustered state of her 'kisser', hiding it from view and keeping her eyes from seeing anything she was not used to seeing on a man.
Or, another being. He was neither male or female, but still a beauty. She had not the time to see anything private, her eyes and face being covered automatically to avoid such a thing. He looked a little different as well. As if he had shed his skin into something similar, but all together something else. Maybe just as pleasing to gaze at. Not that she was, seeing as he had somehow lost his clothing. And the fact that he seemed to blame her for what had happened to him.
'Truely, I did not know....' It was hard to speak this to him, she had no voice. Her hands kept her face from view, so not even they could speak for her. Another splash of water and this was amended by her hands covering just her mouth. Had he fallen? No, just-....changed his clothes. He was certainly magical and not human if he could do something like that so quickly.
Indiel stood and made her way over to him, her vision blurring just enough from the throb of the mark on her neck acting against the gentleman, and looked at the lute he held out to her. It was very beautiful. But-.....expensive looking. Looking from the lute and into his face, she was worried once more that she had inadvertently hurt him.
One hand tapped her chest twice and then was placed on his chest for a moment. She held an expression of pain, concern and worry. Then, using both hands she pointed her index fingers at each other to move them in a twisting fashion, as if to wring out a piece of cloth. She was asking if he was in pain the only way she knew how. The lute was beautiful, and she wanted to play it just for fun. But his well being was more important than entertainment.
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