Yvaine restrains a snicker and glances amusedly at said knife-tossing pirate, sobering immediately at the utterly knowing smirk upon the man's face.
"Love," she murmurs quietly to herself and she can feel far too many eyes on her. "Very well then."
She clears her throat, straightens her shoulders, and speaks.
"In the beginning of things, back when the world was new - the clouds naught but fire and the seas naught but stone - the creatures of the world watched from two sets of eyes and walked upon two sets of legs."
It's an old story, one of the oldest - because everything has a beginning and her people know enough that the beginning is not so much a story.
"Their gazes had never met, but they never had to. They spoke in voices familiar as breathing and held on with fingers that had always fit together. They had always fit together. And though they knew nothing of loneliness, they also knew nothing of love."
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Date: 2007-07-02 05:34 am (UTC)"Love," she murmurs quietly to herself and she can feel far too many eyes on her. "Very well then."
She clears her throat, straightens her shoulders, and speaks.
"In the beginning of things, back when the world was new - the clouds naught but fire and the seas naught but stone - the creatures of the world watched from two sets of eyes and walked upon two sets of legs."
It's an old story, one of the oldest - because everything has a beginning and her people know enough that the beginning is not so much a story.
"Their gazes had never met, but they never had to. They spoke in voices familiar as breathing and held on with fingers that had always fit together. They had always fit together. And though they knew nothing of loneliness, they also knew nothing of love."