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Here's something no one in Paradisa would ever expect to see: Euri, grinning from ear to ear, on the verge of skipping down the sidewalk in City Royale. It's a bizarre sight, made even stranger by the fact that she seems to be bleeding a bit from the side of her head, and there's a nasty red mark on her arm that's threatening to turn into a bruise.

Yup, it's as if she doesn't even notice.

She pauses at a corner and looks around - checking to see if she can spot a specific person - and when she doesn't see him she continues on, not even the least bit annoyed. Very un-Euri-like, but in her mind she has every right to be utterly ecstatic.

Because today, on this perfectly average summer day, she managed to cast her first curse.

It's a big deal to Witches, and especially so to her, as virtually all of them are able to do as around thirteen. Five years late is a long time, but she isn't thinking about that right now. All that's on her mind is that she isn't a complete failure as a Witch, and therefore, still has a chance of fitting in.

It's the best feeling in the world, and it's one she wants to share with more than just Dog. Unfortunately, there are few people in Paradisa she can even discuss this with, and even fewer who would approve of curse casting. So she's hunting down probably the only person who would be okay with it, even if he's sometimes not the easiest person to find. She's starting to debate summoning Dog, so he can do his whole bloodhound tracker thing....

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For a second he's tense, surprised. She's hugged him before (and he's barely used to that idea), but never so tightly. But then the words come, her mumbles, her telling him that he's... important, right?

Is that why... she wants to help him? Because she... cares about him? Because he has worth? Because (it could all come crashing down so easily with the wrong word a slip of the tongue slipped his mind slipped and fell and died and he is so fucking tired of this).

There's only a hesitation where he wills his arms to move against everything they're trained to do, but then his grip is steady and he pulls her in as close as he can, holding her just as tightly as if it would somehow keep her there forever. He pets her hair, running his fingers through it to keep himself anchored, to try and make her feel better. It's really the only thing he can think of--the only thing he knows to do.

"E gyt'tys zyo ly clip'c, c'nitt y'ma," he mutters in that strange language of his, "Dol sa ipa irip'l." The meaning is more of a feeling than a message, a sense of longing, hoping, and sadness... but also a sense that this is how it must be. It is not so bad, because he's been given more than he could have asked for already.

'I would follow you to the stars, little one, but for the fact that our fates are two different paths.'

Edited 2011-09-04 09:23 (UTC)