laughter of a Cello

[Alaria]

Alaria felt the need to go back and listen, so she did. But Ice was deep in conversation, and not necessarily with Cello. More or less, himself. He was talking of dreams and how they weren't really for those who were living. At least, thats how she understood it.

He was saying that people dont have a choice as to what they want to do with their lives, and that they have to suck it up and deal with it sometimes. You can't always have the things that you want. As far as Alaria went, she had the only thing that she wanted. Ice. Face hard and curious at the same time, she listened to Cello's response, coming to stand at ease beside Ice, her arm snaking its way through his.

Alaria was somewhat alarmed when Cello imposed that Ice was saying that you had to put aside what you wanted to go ahead with what life gave you to do. Her face went into a scowl, and her arm left Ice's. She crossed her arms and was rigid, her stance a tad bit angry.

Frowning, her blue eyes scanned around the area, making sure that nobody was around. Tilting her head, she waited for Ice to speak, but words were forming on her own lips and she spit them out, not waiting for Ice.

"Just because life throws you something you don't want to do, doesn't mean that you give up hope." Turning to Ice, she kept going. "Life throws you things all the time, giving you the chance to do what you want with them. It never gives you anything that you can't handle, but it waits to see how you will handle what it gives you. It wants to see what kind of decisions you make.

"Life isn't just a game, its a book. You write your own destiny, and do what you want with it. Sure, there are things that people are born to do, but that doesn't mean that you have to throw away all of your dreams and passions." Alaria huffed and sighed, looking into Ice's eyes. She hadn't meant for the tangent, but she was thinking and wanted to get it out. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, a tad upset that she had been rude with her words. She had most likely stung both men, and she felt bad, but relieved that the words were finally out.

[Ice]

Ice had his head to one side, looking at Cello but still aware of Alaria standing beside him, and her hand on his. The wind was slightly colder now, and picking up speed. It was toying a bit with Ice's un-kept-for-today hair, and Alaria's slightly too, but Alaria had more hair and it was thicker and heavier than Ice's.

Ice's mouth became to form the words he would use to counter Cello's argument when Alaria opened her's and cut him off. It was not something he was used to, being interrupted. When the High Lord spoke all were quiet and listened, and at the sudden rudeness of Alaria's voice, Ice felt a wave of passionate, spoilt anger. But it subsided quickly enough, leaving a dull sensation of how used he had gotten to being the High Lord, and having everything that came with it.

He accepted her hug, though somewhat stiffly, only returning it with one hand, his head on her chin and his eyes wandering questioningly. When he spoke, he didn't speak directly to Alaria, or to Cello, or to himself, he was speaking into the air, looking at everything but seeing nothing. He knew that they could hear him.

"There are some traps that cannot be avoided." He said, "Some lifes that must be lived as you were born to do them. Sometimes dreams, no matter how passionately you believe in them, or how close you come to achieving them will only shatter around you, spraying you with the glass of your broken dream which only pierces your soul and leaves you lying bloody on the ground, back where you began, whimpering for another chance." Ice took a long breath out and let go of Alaria. "But we've spoken enough about this, I think." He said dismissively, waving his hand and walking in no particular direction.

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