Strange Markings, Stranger Emotions

Ara looked at the mark on Flamara's hand, raising one eyebrow as he examined it. It looked like him, vaguely anyway, and clearly meant something.

"What is it?" she asked, putting her head on his shoulder.

Ara stiffened, but didn't move. As strange as this felt, it didn't feel bad. In fact it felt rather reassuring. It almost had a calming effect on him, dampening the fury that still raged inside him. That hand-stealing creature was bad news, of that he was certain.

But as for the mark, he had no idea what that meant.

"I have absolutely no idea what that mark means. I've never seen anything like it."

Flamara looked up at him, confused. Ara looked back with an equally bemused expression. After a few moments of eye contact, they both sighed and looked away, still in the same position, staring into the middle-distance, each lost in their own thoughts.

Subconsciously, Ara let one hand stray to Flamara's shoulder.

The End

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