Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mogget_cat) wrote2006-03-27 11:34 pm
mogget_cat) wrote2006-03-27 11:34 pm
OOM: On the road again...
*It's going to be a cloudy day, the sky a drab, overcast grey. The early morning chill is still making its presence felt, to the group's discomfort. Luckily, it hasn't rained, so the going is still relatively easy.*
*Jason is walking a ways in front of Elizabeth and Khemrys. Yrael rides on Jason's shoulders to both keep the chill wind off Jason's neck and to help himself stay balanced as he rides in varying degrees of waking and sleeping.*
*Jason is walking a ways in front of Elizabeth and Khemrys. Yrael rides on Jason's shoulders to both keep the chill wind off Jason's neck and to help himself stay balanced as he rides in varying degrees of waking and sleeping.*
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"I'm not going to play along that she's beneath everyone else. If you had seen the looks she was getting in there, you'd agree with me."
Stubborn little wolf, isn't he.
Besides, he's not sure he could pull off looking at her that way.
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*Yrael's white tail flicks from side to side.* Say she is one of your assistants in your business, Cat Merchant. You need not even insinuate, but their minds will fill in the blank that she is a woman working because she cannot get a husband. Let their stupid assumptions work for us and our safe passage.
*One might say that Yrael has done this sort of thing a time or two.*
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"Ok. That should keep the locals happy."
He on the other hand looks decidedly 'not'. He considers asking Yrael's advice, since the not'cat does have good solutions. He waits, walking in silence while his head tries to sort itself out.
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Made you look!
*...long.*
You pity her for what she has been through, and feel the urge to protect her. You wish to make her feel worthy, as for so long she has been told she is not. What's more, you want to make those who called her unworthy see how worthy she is.
*And still, that is not all. Yrael is not going to do all of Jason's work for him.*
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Or it could just be his own overactive imagination.
"That's part of it," he agrees softly. He sighs, musing partly to himself and partly to Yrael.
"I'm trying so hard not to. But when we're alone...and last night..."
He shakes his head. "I need to stop."
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Both speech and thought are needed, Jason, if you wish to eventually sort things out and get some decent sleep. Just thought does not seem to be doing you much good.
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"No, at the moment it doesn't seem to be, and action is doing even less."
He needs to stop thinking about her the way he is, just like he needs to stop checking the air for her scent so he doesn't have to look back. It was fun at first, but over the months it's been becoming more and more serious, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
"Will you help, Yrael? If you see me...anywhere alone with her, just...distract me or something." He smirks. "One of the few times I think I'll offer my head as a perch to you."
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Advance pay.
I shall help, my friend.
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"Thanks, you're a real pal."
There is the usual trace of sarcasm, but under it all is a note of relief.
Now all he has to do his keep himself under control.