by Tasbirk » Sat Dec 01, 2007 2:59 pm
The Longshot - Cargo Hold
Mindwipe's processors refused to center themselves as he waited. His inner turmoil refused to leave him. In his mind, the hypnotist went over and over what he wished to say to his protegee like a missive that refused to be written.
Very shortly, the arrival of Silverstrike brought his ruminations to a close. Standing, he approached the lissome femme slowly. Placing his hand upon her chin, he raised her optics to meet his.
"Silverstrike," he drawled. "I cannot tell you how relieved I am that you are...well. Yes." The necromancer's outstretched hand trailed up the side of the Seeker's faceplate, resting on her cheek. "When Thunderwing attacked you, I..."
He trailed off, losing his resolve. He withdrew his hand from the femme's cheek. The shrikebat began anew a moment later, but he took a different tack than he had intended. "...I cannot stand the way that boar treats you! Your father is tyrant...yes!"
Visibly attempting to calm himself, Mindwipe took a step back. "What happened today...I never wish to see you hurt...like that, my Shining One. Not again." Both of them knew he was as much referring to that long-ago time when they had met, as he was to the days events.
"There is more," the mystic began tentatively. Something has changed. I must ask...At times I have noticed the way you look at me and turn away suddenly as if...afraid. yes. But that's not it, is it?"
He resisted the impulse to step closer to her again. Why? Why did he want to be near her like he did? It could be dangerous to be so near one such as her, both physically and emotionally. So why did it occupy his thoughts so?
It wasn't her comely design. Such superficial matters concerned the former priest very little. There was something else about her. Something about the way she present herself, the way she shared her thoughts, possibly her spark itself.
Perhaps it was the way she treated him. Was that was why he questioned her motives? Did she feel more towards him than the outward sign of respect she showed a mentor? Sometimes...she slipped, and until now, he had ignored such things.
But he could ignore them no longer. Nevertheless, now was not the time for such a conversation. Not here, in these gauche surroundings. And at any rate, they would soon be landing.
"My Dear, these...conditions are ill-suited to such important discourse. Yes. We shall soon be in the Tagan Heights. We must find the proper time to speak on such...matters, away from the prying eyes of our superiors. Yes."