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[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

Who: A small Pavo
Where: The Delphinian shoreline, close to one of the smaller villages outside the capitol
When: Year 192, spring
What: The wind, the stars, the waves

[The moons are almost full tonight, rising together and casting purple shadows across the sands. The stars are bright and clear, the wind gentle enough that the waves of the incoming tide are small and barely capped with white.

The last of the fishing boats has been drawn in, the night is almost quiet . . . and small footsteps make their way down to the beach.]

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[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[There's something sad about his expression, when he looks at her.]

I don't know.

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Slides her hand up to his wrist, holding it still while she ducks out from under his touch, tugging it down so she can press her cheek to the back of his hand instead.

The words are faint, fading in and out, and almost certainly unconscious.

So . . . no, then.]

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[He doesn't resist, content to simply watch her movements.

This troubles you?]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Her eyes open wide.]

That . . . it isn't your underwater voice?

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[...c-clamping down on a spike of amusement despite himself

No, it is not.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

But how . . . ?

[Looking around him . . . ahhhh tail.]

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[Are you the easily distracted sort, little one...

'How'? That is something I would like to know as well...]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

You mean, you can talk and you don't even know how?

[Tail tail taiiiiiil, staring in rapt fascination, tracing it with her eyes.]

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[Following her gaze vaguely...it swishes briefly, a bit like the irritable flick of a cat's tail.]

There is talking... [...And there is something else.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Not letting go if his hand, but . . . leaning a bit more, shifting around his legs.]

Like . . . sound without noise.

But how do you know you're talking if you don't know how?

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[Allowing that, for the most part.

Do you know how to will your heart to beat, child? Yet it beats all the same.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

. . . until it stops.

But . . . still, that sound . . . you know it is your heart, right?

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[That depends entirely on which sound...and which heart.]

[roadtothesky.insanejournal.com]

[Reaches waaaay up. She's not quite tall enough to put her hands over his heart, but she's still trying.]

[overclocking.insanejournal.com]

[At first it seems like he's going to take a step back...but then he stops, watching her movements for a long moment.

At length, he leans down just slightly to facilitate that.]