flying on tattered wings
09-28-2014, 07:39 PM
She would giggle at him tripping and he would chuckle, more because he laugh was so infectious then because he found his stumble funny. Actually he was quite embarrassed, he was supped to be the one to help her and here he was tripping all over himself. Maybe he could blame it on her, and this place, their beauty was oh so captivating. She also seemed amused by his awkward coverup of his awe and he sighed, leaning into her touch as she nuzzled into his neck tenderly before she reached forward to sniff at the water. "There?s something wrong with this water." She said, her voice sounding odd as she breathed them across the surface of the water. He gaze her a strange look, water was water right? How could it be wrong? Stepping forward tentatively he would lower his head, studying her as he did so before sniffing the water himself. He couldn't smell anything?? "Whats wrong with it?" He questioned as he looked down at the water and then around at the edges of the pool trying to see if there was any discolouration or if it was being fed by anything strange. The water must have been coming up from somewhere beneath the earth. Was their something under their feet that was wrong? HIS WORDS HERE HER WORDS HERE |
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