by MillietheWarrior » 06/25/2013 6:37 PM
A long, pregnant silence stretched on between us, and I leaned forward to begin braiding the locks of Simbel’s mane that was closest to me. After what felt like a rather long time, and after I’d braided a good couple of chunks of mane, Boromir broke the silence again.
“Thank you, Samantha. If what you say is true, then I am truly in your debt.”
I managed to turn my head, twisting awkwardly to glance at Boromir over my shoulder. The soft, almost gentle and grateful smile he was flashing my way made my toes tingle, and I quickly turned back around to hide the blush that had crept up my neck and onto my cheeks.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach and continued braiding Simbel’s mane. “You’re very welcome, Boromir.”
The rest of the ride passed in relative, companionable silence. And for that, I was very grateful.
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I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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