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Author: Usio and Senri |
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Date Posted: 18:39:24 06/01/05 Wed In reply to: Untamed Desert 's message, "..Untouched...Untamed.." on 15:21:03 06/01/05 Wed  She was wistful: her fingers, long and languid, darted across her white palm, well manicured nails clipping against the post. Her dress whipped slightly in the low breezes, drew the eye to it: the dress was draped over a lace cuffed white blouse, so you could only see the laced cuff, with the collar black. The universal uniform of the Student Council of the Imperial Academy: rich fabric with diamonds laced upon the fluffy cuffs. It was fancy and business like at the same time, an unsettling to see such finery among t-shirts, jeans, and shorts. Daintily, she clasped her hands together, grey eyes level, and went off into the market. Usio had never been in a place like this: for others, seeing someone with a level gaze, a blank, emotionless face, caused them to scatter: and those who didn’t she gave a withering glare, before the rushed away with a “Ma’am, I’m sorry.” Her shoes, clipped against the walkway, ignoring stares and whispers. Gently, she picked up a wisp of paper that lay against the nearest fence: ah, it seemed that the black filly, Arai Bara was still unsold. For an expensive price: no matter. Money was not an issue. Gently, she beckoned with her hand to the Handler, ignoring the indignant gasps of fellow buyers. For she is Amamiya Usio, one who does not care.  Senri put a comforting hand on her shoulder, a bit worried: this was the first time Usio was away from Haine for so long, and though it did not seemed like it, Usio was a bit unsure of herself it seemed. He chuckled: she was always so cold, so formidable. He slipped his hands around her waist, taking the paper out of her hands, before leaning over her shoulder. Ah. Untouched Desert was very impressive, just by the words on the paper. His black eyebrows arched, before he pushed back his spectacles, ignoring the fact that Usio had pushed him away annoyingly enough: his black eyes gazed at the black stallion which seemed to be oblivious to the world: beautiful. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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