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26.Jan.14, 04:33 PM
Mizeath's praise was enough for Quelseth to unwind just a little. She relaxed slightly, enough to recline next to the gold, though Quelseth did not sprawl. Extending her tail and letting her head rest on her forepaws, the small green turned her attention to the blue sky overhead. She was known to daydream, and clouds were just so interesting! They came in so many shapes and sizes, as well as different colors. It's nice to see clouds that aren't so grey! I'd almost forgot that anything other than rain existed. Rain was fine, but not a whole month of it!
S'cer's eyes snapped to Ameris' face, staring, face shuttering off out of habit. He'd learned that it was better not to show emotion in the south, that trying to emulate all the others who were happy with change was better. It caused less strife, and kept him away from drawing the attention of the higher-ups. But he couldn't fake it, not really, and that had been why S'cer had felt the need to distance himself from everyone--there was less of a chance to slip up, as well as reducing the need to become reliant on anyone.
And now he had Quelseth, and she was all she needed. She filled the empty parts of him, softened the rough parts--he was better because of her. He had never wanted to Impress, but they needed one another, him more so than her despite her sickliness. And despite the fact that S'cer clung to this belief with every fiber of his being, that she was all he needed, there was a small, small part of him that was disappointed. He liked Ameris, had liked Ameris, and now she was shaping up to be like the rest of the Southerners--hateful and cruel. It was better to keep everyone at a distance so as not to get hurt, he reminded himself, the old bitterness welling up like an open wound.
S'cer... The green's head perked up, eyes whirling a discontented greenish-yellow, as she tried to warn him off. She liked Mizeath, and if S'cer drove Ameris away, who else would she have to be friends with? Khaduceth was intimidating, even if she knew S'cer was fond of T'lian, and females were generally easier to be around for her.
But it was too late; S'cer had already opened his mouth, tone cold and icy--a far cry from his earlier good spirits--face pinched with bitter anger. "I'm sure it's hard for you to understand. Southerners don't tend to recognize the gravity of the situation, having been born or willingly brought here. You didn't have your entire life stolen away from you."
S'cer's eyes snapped to Ameris' face, staring, face shuttering off out of habit. He'd learned that it was better not to show emotion in the south, that trying to emulate all the others who were happy with change was better. It caused less strife, and kept him away from drawing the attention of the higher-ups. But he couldn't fake it, not really, and that had been why S'cer had felt the need to distance himself from everyone--there was less of a chance to slip up, as well as reducing the need to become reliant on anyone.
And now he had Quelseth, and she was all she needed. She filled the empty parts of him, softened the rough parts--he was better because of her. He had never wanted to Impress, but they needed one another, him more so than her despite her sickliness. And despite the fact that S'cer clung to this belief with every fiber of his being, that she was all he needed, there was a small, small part of him that was disappointed. He liked Ameris, had liked Ameris, and now she was shaping up to be like the rest of the Southerners--hateful and cruel. It was better to keep everyone at a distance so as not to get hurt, he reminded himself, the old bitterness welling up like an open wound.
But it was too late; S'cer had already opened his mouth, tone cold and icy--a far cry from his earlier good spirits--face pinched with bitter anger. "I'm sure it's hard for you to understand. Southerners don't tend to recognize the gravity of the situation, having been born or willingly brought here. You didn't have your entire life stolen away from you."
