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[center][h1][color=92278f]Casual Prophesies[/color][/h1][/center]
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[indent]She knew it was Ren approaching, as she was already familiar with the sound of the way he moved and walked, like a fingerprint of its own. Like all people, he was unique and, like most people, he could be identified by listening alone.  When the superfluous snap of Ren’s fingers pierced the dark, silent gloom of the forest, she was already slowing her step to crush a twig underfoot. The following snap of its similar resonance confirmed the pre-established acknowledgement of his presence. That was her response, while she continued to keep her focus ahead. The chimes were drawing near. 

 – But then fate would inevitably have her stop when Ren conveyed his impetuous need for knowledge. She wasn’t used to this, as keeping to one’s self usually prevented people from badgering her with unnecessary questions. But for Ren, she supposed, the circumstances that held him captive were not a banal affair. Devlin therefore understood his surge of curiosity, but at the same time she never felt the need for conversation. Most situations spoke for themselves by way of basic observation. Verbal communication was seen as rudimentary, redundant, and often even annoying. But there was always an exception to every law, be it a law to one’s self, or one set for the ignorant masses to establish order by. Such was the case with Ren, as well as the group back at the gate, for which she forsook her own distaste for verbal communication. But Ren was different to the others. He never failed to stir her heart in a way that conflicted with her primary goal, and yet, once again, she couldn’t hold it against him. 

While the beautiful soul staring out from beyond the heavy load of Ren’s eyes countered her usual contempt, Devlin’s pinky tightened around his own. She knew he wanted to feel more of what he had felt before, as she was willing to feel more of the same from him – but her current, less than provoked emotional state, had nothing more to share; the sword in her hand was no more than a sword at the moment. Yet, despite her willingness to disclose the truth to Ren, now wasn’t the time, and neither were words sufficient to explain what needed to be heard. Had she possessed the power of her master, Mada, she would have been able to reach into his mind and share the sum of her thoughts in an instant. Alas, she could not. Such was beyond her capability. Therefore, she could but delay the inevitable. In time he would understand. There were, however, a few things she found herself inclined to share with him in that moment.

“Now is not the time, Ren…” Her voice was soft, barely audible, not wanting to alert any nearby entities of their interaction. “I know what you are. You are the loyal pup that, despite the cruelty of his master, will love him no less… sooth him in his hour of sorrow. Behold… the question why.” She paused her cryptic speech, her stony face now seemingly transfixed in a surreal moment. “Words are never enough, and seasons ignore our preference, but in time, Ren…  I will share with you my life. For now, let it be known, you are the purest of human souls I have met…. Which is why I will bear your child.”    

The obvious implication behind her words were no doubt defied by her apparent lack of feeling, as though she had simply just made up her mind on the matter as a point of fact, and nothing more. She then went to turn away and pursue her previous endeavor, only to be stopped by a moment of hesitation. Placing her index finger against Ren’s lips as a symbol to her intent, she gave a slight, warding turn of her head, and added:

“No more. Keep close. I feel something nearby.” 

Removing her finger from his lips, Devlin recommenced her slowed trek in direction of the wind chimes.[/indent]