'Cause either I get there or don't, Those are both things that I know
His magical incantations toward the bug should be a tell-tale sign in and of themselves that something is different about him. But in her fixation on him, she only gives the notions a flick of the ear to acknowledge they even happened at all.
And when she's into human form, then he finally responds to her. So it wasn't that he'd been ignoring her after all. The deflection is fair, and she only meets it with a half-hearted shrug, a half-hearted half-smile.
"Could you not hear me?" She blurts out in question, leaning forward a bit in her confusion to figure out what's going on with Sunjata. But his question pulls her mind away from that and pulls it back, inward. To what she's doing; what's wrong with her. She sighs and looks away, "I'm.. actually in the same boat.."
As she looks back up, her expression turns from solemn to startled, bewildered. She moves forward to touch his arm in an examining effort {if he will allow it} before stepping back to look at him again, "Sunjata, what- what happened to your.. ?" tattoos. The one that Safrin had finished for him. She had known it so well, and to see it gone is the visual equivalent of nails on a chalkboard now that she's finally noticed. "What happened?" She turns a more serious eye on him now, brows more furrowed than they've ever been, it's almost painful how deep they sink in toward the bridge of her nose.
And when she's into human form, then he finally responds to her. So it wasn't that he'd been ignoring her after all. The deflection is fair, and she only meets it with a half-hearted shrug, a half-hearted half-smile.
"Could you not hear me?" She blurts out in question, leaning forward a bit in her confusion to figure out what's going on with Sunjata. But his question pulls her mind away from that and pulls it back, inward. To what she's doing; what's wrong with her. She sighs and looks away, "I'm.. actually in the same boat.."
As she looks back up, her expression turns from solemn to startled, bewildered. She moves forward to touch his arm in an examining effort {if he will allow it} before stepping back to look at him again, "Sunjata, what- what happened to your.. ?" tattoos. The one that Safrin had finished for him. She had known it so well, and to see it gone is the visual equivalent of nails on a chalkboard now that she's finally noticed. "What happened?" She turns a more serious eye on him now, brows more furrowed than they've ever been, it's almost painful how deep they sink in toward the bridge of her nose.
Aurelia
