Try and Count the Stars

*Cherokee* · (This post was last modified: 06-28-2013, 08:02 PM by Cherokee.)

He hadn?t expected her to come sit beside him, much less start some kind of conversation with him. So far his luck with others had been practically non-existent but now it appeared that things were changing. He couldn?t shake the feeling that he had somehow interrupted her alone time, like he had intruded on something private. And yet she didn?t seem bothered by his presence at all, much to his surprise, coming to sit beside him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He wasn?t sure if he was supposed to feel relieved that she accepted his company so easily, so he said nothing, simply going along with the flow.

There were no words to fall from the dame?s lips in response to his question but instead a shake of her head, dismissing his worry about having intruded on her. Well at least he didn?t have to worry about that anymore. Cherokee focused his eyes on the moon-illuminated lake before him, not wanting to let his gaze wander towards the albino maiden, not wanting her to feel like he was staring, even though he didn?t want to tear his gaze away from her. And then a voice entered his ears and he realized it belonged to her. She was speaking about how something shone brilliantly beneath the moonlight. At first he was confused, half-tempted to turn around and ask just what exactly she was talking about when it dawned on him. The lake. The moon was shining down on the lake. That had to be what she was talking about. Her next set of words confirmed his suspicion. What else could reflect?

You speak as if you spend much time in its company. His voice was equally as quiet in pitch as her own, his own a throaty rumble compared to her airy whisper.

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