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Zenra
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Date Posted: 03/12/05 6:43:43pm Sat
In reply to:
Cyrus
's message, "right then" on 03/12/05 6:07:05pm Sat
"Cyrus, shut up."
Zenra didn't even look at Cyrus as she gave him that only warning. There was a feeling of intenseness here, a feeling she knew but could not place. It was as familiar as it was alien to her. Her hand gently placed over the front of Cyrus chest, palm resting there, as though to hold him back, even though she knew she would probably be able to do such a thing.
As always actions spoke louder than words. Feathered wings did not go bladed, as she did not know what signs of aggression they might look for. It was a simple gesture on her part to keep them feathered. The folds of silken cloth that hung off her only enhanced the effect of royalty she was thrust into, and the tear shaped opal on her brow that hung from the crown glittered gently under the light. It splayed gentle rainbows over her features, and she looked passive, albeit concerned.
Turquoise eyes lingered on Emi on the large bed, before finally drifting over to Oro. Her gaze was questioning, screaming out silent questions she wished would be answered. Why Emillia? What did they want with her? Why kidnap her?
There was a power here that made her skin crawl, and she did her best not to let it show. She had no abilities anymore that would allow her to combat anything greater than another Forgotten with a sword. She used to be on par with Gods and Goddesses themselves, in another life, in another time. Now she was just another child umong the great behemoths of the universe.
She wasn't going to be as aggressive with her questions as Cyrus, and while she tried to keep the boy quiet, she voiced just one of her own many questions that flew through her mind.
"What do you want with my daughter?"
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