[ that draws her up short. she slows beside him, tugging at his arm by mere warrant of the fact that she has stopped without releasing him. alina studies his face with the kind of bewilderment better owed to a horse wearing a beret.
it's an impossible puzzle, to reconcile the black heretic with the man before her who is so thoughtful and sweet. who attends to details. who dotes on her, even. something squeezes in her chest.
and then she's pushing past it, for the more important confusion. ]
Cave paintings? [ that means something sentient had lived here long enough to make a habit of it. ] Do they look like thessyx?
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it's an impossible puzzle, to reconcile the black heretic with the man before her who is so thoughtful and sweet. who attends to details. who dotes on her, even. something squeezes in her chest.
and then she's pushing past it, for the more important confusion. ]
Cave paintings? [ that means something sentient had lived here long enough to make a habit of it. ] Do they look like thessyx?