06-18-2014, 01:50 AM
Are they dangerous?
"Not directly," she answers, eyes still on the doorway a moment longer. Sid looks at Trey with eyes that are warm and deep, endless. Ageless. The girl may not understand what it is about the woman that makes her almost imagine a crown of antlers starting above her ears and branching up and out, twin trees meant to hold up the sky. Or why she seems like spring, with the scent of moss and broken blades of grass just at the very edge of the senses.
"But I have a bad history with people who say one thing and do another." Just what that history is Sid neither says nor seems inclined to say. They all have their stories, their terrible pasts. Falling silent, she sets to slowly ladling soup into a thermos.
When Kalen returns to the kitchen at least one tea cup is where he left it. After Sid screws the cap onto the thermos, she sets it on the counter and goes to pick up the cup and put it away.
His question for Trey gives Sid pause. Frowning, she looks at Trey, then out the window. Is the pasture on that side where the horses are? Does she see Artax dozing in the warm autumn day?
Artax.
Trey.
"The auryn?" she asks, turning to look at Kalen with the incredulity one would expect. When Trey said her horse's name was Artax Sid hadn't thought anything beyond maybe Trey was a very young fan before the world started ending.
"Not directly," she answers, eyes still on the doorway a moment longer. Sid looks at Trey with eyes that are warm and deep, endless. Ageless. The girl may not understand what it is about the woman that makes her almost imagine a crown of antlers starting above her ears and branching up and out, twin trees meant to hold up the sky. Or why she seems like spring, with the scent of moss and broken blades of grass just at the very edge of the senses.
"But I have a bad history with people who say one thing and do another." Just what that history is Sid neither says nor seems inclined to say. They all have their stories, their terrible pasts. Falling silent, she sets to slowly ladling soup into a thermos.
When Kalen returns to the kitchen at least one tea cup is where he left it. After Sid screws the cap onto the thermos, she sets it on the counter and goes to pick up the cup and put it away.
His question for Trey gives Sid pause. Frowning, she looks at Trey, then out the window. Is the pasture on that side where the horses are? Does she see Artax dozing in the warm autumn day?
Artax.
Trey.
"The auryn?" she asks, turning to look at Kalen with the incredulity one would expect. When Trey said her horse's name was Artax Sid hadn't thought anything beyond maybe Trey was a very young fan before the world started ending.