PRIVATE, MAELSTROM — HONEY IN THE SUN

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon was a moody girl. Well, technically, she was a woman, though it made much more sense to refer to her as a girl. A little girl, that is. It certainly wasn't because of the way she spoke (after all, her speech was usually quite proper) though instead it was likely because of her stature. She held herself high, yes, but all in all she was quite a little thing. Her children would likely grow much larger than her, that was for certain. Or maybe it was also her personality. After all, she was selfish and bitter. It was a shame, to never grow up. While some may have seen this as a good thing, Peachmoon certainly didn't. No matter how hard she tried, she could never truly grow up.


    "I do wonder if the stars sleep," the dreamy vixen murmured aloud, "or if they have such an unfortunate illness such as I." Insomnia was such a peculiar disorder, she thought. Sometimes it left its victims at ease after so long, while others it haunted until their lives came to an end. Would she be one of the ladder? Hopefully not. Her lifespan was far too long for her to endure such a troublesome disorder. One might as well say she was immortal, which she more or less was. A little girl, forever.


    The creamy furred vulpine was sitting underneath a willow tree, its tears hanging midair like they always did. It was midnight, and a clear night at that. All in all, it was rather nice. Too bad Peachmoon would likely never enjoy it.

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    Soft and faraway, the words came drifting, ghost-like, to his ears, and Maelstrom started nervously, his red eyes searching through the gloom that the stars could not wholly drive away. It was late, and as they were so wont to do of late his paws had taken him wandering under the sky, casually meandering around buildings until he landed in the park. He had savored the silence, the peace of absence, and the voice that called through the dark reminded him all too much of the supernatural.


    It wasn't until his quick gaze rested on Peachmoon's pastel frame that he managed to push the tension from his shoulders - and then, not entirely. After all, this was Jax Leader's mate and a Healer in her own right, someone he had had the barest minimum of interaction with. He could find no ease in those facts.


    The navy hued wolf approached her carefully, head inclined at a respectful angle. Briefly his crimson gaze skipped up to the stars she had mused over, but he returned them to the ground in a short time. "I don't - if the stars slept, they wouldn't always be around. I think." Maelstrom wasn't actually certain she had wanted an answer to her question, and his shoulders bunched up uncomfortably. "If you want - am I interrupting? I can leave."

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon's glass-like eyes flickered down to meet Maelstrom's crimson gaze. It seemed that company had found her, although she hadn't asked for any. The girl only stared at him for a few moments, her own pale gaze as blank as ever. Similar to an old partner in crime of hers, it was most difficult for one to try and guess what she was thinking when she stared in silence. All of those several little gears in her mind were tucked so neatly within her mind, and her eyes almost always had their curtains closed. In fact, it almost looked as if she were blind. It was likely because of how milky her irises were. Ah, blind or not, she definitely was a beauty.


    Peachmoon hadn't expected an answer to her question, though she'd take it nonetheless. Debates were always most enjoyable. "Well, they aren't. I don't recall seeing any stars when the sky is blue, no?" she spoke in response, tilting her head ever so slightly. "And you're not disturbing. Sit," the girl added, and while her words were meant to be gentle, the last part seemed a bit forceful. Which she did find that somewhat odd, as from what she'd recalled she hadn't been yearning for anyone to converse with. Ah, well. Hopefully this man proved to be worth her while.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=10][font=georgia]If he'd known of her hopes and expectations of him, Maelstrom might well have burrowed his own private hole in the ground and never left it. He wasn't an entertainer, someone to spout interesting words for the sake of an audience. It didn't help that he wasn't willing to look at her face for more than a second; that closed expression was a fence far too high for someone like him to jump. In a distracted way he acknowledged that she was quite pretty, but her almost-order drove the observation from his mind as he flinched.


    And sat.


    She'd misunderstood what he meant - or, well, he hadn't spoken clearly enough. That was it. Reluctant to be seen as disagreeing, Maelstrom tried to rephrase it as tacitly as possible. "I meant - they don't suddenly flicker out or - they don't disappear at night. We - from what I've seen, everyone falls - goes to sleep at different times." The two of them sitting there, considering the stars, was proof enough of that. "I just meant - wouldn't they disappear sometimes, if they slept? Or - or maybe you're right." Heralds, what did he know? Not like he had conversations with stars on a regular basis.