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 Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 3:28 pm
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Sehka-Sema was so shy he hadn't wailed the day he'd been born, and they thought he was dead.
Not really.
But that was how the joke went. At the very least, he tied with a select few pride members for most reserved among them. For anyone to withhold their voice more habitually, they'd need nothing short of a severed tongue. He had opinions on things, and did he ever have feelings on them (twice as many as opinions) -- it was just that no one knew them. Most didn't ask, and Sema wasn't the sort to answer unspoken questions with anything but unspoken answers.
Frankly, he was rarely the sort to answer inquiries spoken loud and clear with anything but a gesture. There were a lot of shrugs, head tilts, noiseless sighs and flicks of the tail throughout his youth and well into adulthood. Even his own twin wasn't spared from finding herself on the receiving end of the lukewarm shoulder. Lukewarm shoulder because the cold shoulder was something one did out of spite; Sehka-Sema acted this way in accordance to his sense of self.
Anyone who thought he didn't love his family was mistaken, for he was like his dear aunt Tanana in more ways than just his coat. He had always tried to watch and help his siblings. The challenge of it was doing so without risking praise.
Yes, risking praise. The positive attention was still attention, and too much of that had Sema recoiling. Quick. (He'd once fled under his mother's stomach as a cub, hidden between her paws, when he was complimented for his good manners.)
He noticed one of his sisters had something amiss lately. And so it began: the task of cheering her up without the spotlight being turned on him. Imn-Akhu had a special place in his heart. They were twins, after all. He held her in high esteem (lukewarm shoulder or not).
Sema was more artistic than anyone knew to credit him for. Those many hours he spent not playing were occupied improving his creative eye, then destroying the evidence. He liked to make things in the sand where it was easy to erase before anyone noticed. Today, it was an impressive likeliness of Immy herself. (She was Immy to him, still. He hadn't been able to say her name with his clumsy cub tongue and the moniker had stuck.)
Sema finished his piece and went to find her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 4:48 pm
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Imn-Akhu was not difficult to find. She sat in the shade offered by one of the smaller oases, staring into the water. Some might have thought she was doing so out of vanity, admiring her own reflection, but this was not the case; she wasn't actually looking at anything in particular, herself included. She was thinking. She'd been thinking a lot lately, and she was getting rather tired of it, because most of the thinking she'd been doing was about someone, which was an entirely silly thing to do.
She was much too independent and self-reliant to be spending so much time thinking about a boy, especially one who was long gone by now. Long gone ebcause she had rejected him. So why was she sitting around and thinking about him, wondering how his trip home had gone, if he'd made it safely, if he was happy or if he thought about her.
It was absolutely ridiculous, and she was sick of it!
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