Ne me parlez plus d'elle

*Gitan* · (This post was last modified: 12-01-2013, 03:18 AM by Gitan.)

OOC. Liquid timing like a boss!

The news had struck him, wounded him and broken him. He had allowed it to consume his mind until it was all he thought about. He had forced himself to carry on with his duties, but even then he had not really been there, had not been aware. He needed to tell her, he needed to know how she would react. So it was that he made his way towards her, still he would not allow himself to approache their border, there would be no coming back from that one. He milled anxiously amongst the stones, delaying, forcing himself to come to terms with what he had to do.
He hopped upon a boulder and let loose a hoarse call for her, the afternoon sun already warming the rock he had jumped upon. It wouldn?t be right; her family was there, her whole life. He would not ask her to give that up for him, he would not make her miserable. He settled unhappily upon haunches, a grimace upon his face as he waited.

Speech,

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Ne me parlez plus d'elle

Gitan