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Apr 17, 2009 02:49PM
Alya sat in a tree humming a little tune.
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((Sorry, no idea what to do here.))
((Oho! I have an idear!))
((Except I forgot my charrie's name. Un momento.))
Mirrin lay on a rock over-looking the river, watching for anyone coming.
Brandon walked through the woods.
((Hola!))Mirrin heard a sound behind her, and whirled around. Seeing nothing, she scrambled up a tree for a better view.
Brandon heard something from a tree and looked up.
She held perfectly still, hoping whoever it was wouldn't see her.
He could sense someone in the tree. "Who are you?"
She swore silently. "It depends on who you are."
"I don't believe that who I am has anything at all to do with your identity."
"Of course it does!" she replied.
"So who you are, what happened in your life, your name; it all changes depending on who you're talking to?"
She shrugged. "It changes wether I tell the truth or not."
"That's not changing your identity though, is it? It's just changing whether you're lying or not."
"Either way, you won't know whether or not I'm telling the truth," she said with a smug smile.
"As far as you know." He replied, and walked on.
She scowled. "You're not one of those Readers, are you?"
He just grinned and kept walking.
She sighed and jumped down from the tree to follow him. "Alright, now that you've got me intrigued..."
She gave him a funny look. "Where did that come from?"
"Oh. Well anyways, I'm Mirrin."
"Is that the lie or the truth?"
"Shouldn't you know?" she asked with a sly smile.
"I would rather hear it from your lips than to use anything of mine to find out."
She rolled her eyes. "It's the truth, I promise, but you have to introduce yourself, if I may remind you."
"I had not forgotten." He said. "I am one called Brandon. Yes, I am what some call 'Readers'. I do not understand your objection to them."
"I have objections with myself," she shrugged.
"What?" she queried.
"You know I had no intention of telling you any of this when I first met you?" she informed him irritatedly.
She rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm... distrustful of anything magic to say the least," she explained slowly. "It killed my ma." She looked down at the ground, a scowl afixed on her face. "I'm what many refer to as Wild because I can't control my magic. It'll jump out at the worst times, and stay silent when you need it most." She stopped, remembering her mother's death, how she was helpless, how her magic wouldn't respond...
His stern face softened. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head, casting the memories away. "Don't worry about it. Do you know how vexing you are?"
"I am vexing?" He raised an eyebrow, amused.
"I've told you more in five minutes than I've ever told hardly anyone. And I never meant to tell you a word."
She sighed. "And vexing."
She stopped walking suddenly, and looked behind them. "Where are we?" she asked quietly.
"The shrine." He said, walking up the steps.
She shivered and followed him.
"Are you cold, Miss Mirrin?"
"No, I just feel... odd."
