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THESE ARE THE LAST TWO POSTS FROM THE FIRST THREAD---------
Cyril DarkCloud
The winds had begun building even before her cry had faded into mournful echoes. He has gathered her belongings and moves swiftly to where she sits beside the window. The winds carry her whispered speech to his ears as he reaches down with no hesitation, taking her ungloved hand in his own ** he will not be affected by her touch while in this state**. He closes her fingers over the locket, speaking in a whisper that is impossibly clear, “Keep it safe while we travel.” The winds surround her as he lifts her to her feet, never loosening his hold upon her hand. He speaks softly in the ancient dialect of his people and the building shakes in the screaming of the wind. The wall around the window explodes outward. Dropping her hand, he stretches his arm around her, pulling her close to himself. “Your storms it seems, have called to mine,” he whispers and steps forward, taking her with him out of the building and into the storm.
KayLisa
She closes her fingers around the locket, wordlessly, and startles at first when he grabs her hand....~the power is not affecting him...what does that mean?~ she grasps his hand back. ~It has been a long, long time, since she has felt the touch of another with her hand, and savors the moment~ She stares as the wall explodes outward, her eyes now completely silver from the storms, and as he puts his arm around her, she hides her face in his chest as she hears his whisper......"So it seems.." She hides her smile on his chest, and steps with him out into the storm, trusting him completely.............
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