Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

There was a fleeting moment of tension in her stance, almost akin to a consciously restrained defensive reaction as his touch made contact. Her eyes narrowed slightly - Sirius is full of tales of what happened to overly curious strangers when they touched an Outcast in ways and places they did not enjoy. While her physical features might appear almost human-like on the surface, her Maltese heritage was unmistakably evident, particularly in the resistance her stronger facial muscles offered against his fingers. And even her supple, youthful skin, although meticulously cared for with a delicate lotion to counteract the strains of dwelling far from her homeworld, carried subtle distinctions.

"I am well aware that I have posed this question previously, Damien, yet it serves its intended purpose nonetheless."

Her demeanor maintained its poised politeness, the small hint of amusement resting comfortably behind her mask.

"The path before me gleams with promise. I envisage myself as a matriarch of my own piece of paradise, to raise my own children and guide their growth as diligently as possible. Yet, above all..."

Once again, she let her words linger in the air, punctuating the sentence with a momentary lapse into contemplative quiet. This deliberate cadence in her speech was likely a familiar trait for him. Her smile grew more pronounced, relishing these fleeting instants of tension that danced between them.

"But beyond all else, my intention is to relish and traverse the vast expanse of Sirius, to wander across numerous hospitable planets and navigate the chinks in their security. Life is far too expansive to be mundane."

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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