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Emily frowned as Nox explained. He didn't know much more than she did, although he did blame himself. She didn't know what she felt - anger, sadness, a whole heap of confusion. She took another drink of her cosmopolitan to help stop the swirling emotions.

Nox blamed himself - he thought he was responsible and so tried to make reparations. It was an accident. Something weird happened. That thought stayed in her head. Emily's face softened as she looked at Nox. He did feel guilty. She could tell and truth be told it made her sad that she had contributed to his already bad day. She didn't miss the strangeness of the fact that she felt compassion towards the man who had taken her parents from her.

No! You can't think of him as a killer. He didn't mean to do it.


The thought was her own, but it sounded like her father and mother had said it. With that thought she knew what to do. Her parents had raised her to be compassionate and forgiving, and she chose to live that way. Emily stood from her seat and took a step closer. She wasn't far away from Nox, but she did it anyways.

"Thank you, Nox, for telling me this. It takes some real guts to admit something like that."
Emily placed her hand on his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek, the motion one of gratitude. "I don't know if it helps, but I forgive you, and I know my parents would have too."


The thought kept coming back - something weird happened. Emily wondered about this while she spoke, but as she stood back up, a thought hit her. Nox had been angry with his sister. Something weird happened while he was angry. Could Nox be like her, Ayden, and Bas? Emily waited until the bartender turned his back.

"Weird stuff - like this?"
Emily took a gamble. "Cold"
she whispered and summoned her magic, forming a layer of frost around Nox's beer. The liquid inside would be chilled and Nox had now had a frosted bottle.


Edited by Emily Shale, Mar 13 2015, 11:43 AM.
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[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-02-2015, 11:59 AM
[No subject] - by Nox - 03-12-2015, 12:52 PM
[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-12-2015, 03:58 PM
[No subject] - by Nox - 03-12-2015, 05:04 PM
[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-12-2015, 06:58 PM
[No subject] - by Nox - 03-12-2015, 07:33 PM
[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-13-2015, 11:43 AM
[No subject] - by Nox - 03-13-2015, 11:57 AM
[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-13-2015, 01:10 PM
[No subject] - by Nox - 03-13-2015, 01:49 PM
[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-13-2015, 03:22 PM
[No subject] - by Nox - 03-13-2015, 03:43 PM
[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-14-2015, 03:21 PM
[No subject] - by Nox - 03-16-2015, 10:46 AM
[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-16-2015, 11:26 AM
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[No subject] - by Emily Shale-Vanders - 03-16-2015, 12:35 PM
[No subject] - by Nox - 03-16-2015, 12:51 PM
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