Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

wraen was many things to arcturus -- the full scope of which the mountaineer would never truly be able to articulate. he got the sense that jarilo might suspect the depth of her importance, and yet at the same time, arcturus also suspected there was something held tight to the tip of jarilo's tongue -- something his brother dared not utter.

it was not his nature to ignore the finer details, but he did so here; compiling and arraying all the minutia that was jarilo's subtlety, all the things that were left unsaid, the way in which they were said -- he knew those things were just as important.. but he just couldn't.. not today.

and so the conversation changed tacks, going from delicate to direct in seconds. arcturus' gaze lifted, in both surprise and something akin to hurt. his brother truly did not understand -- for all he tried, he did not understand; that rift would remain between them until the day jarilo found himself on the mountain's bad side too. may that day never come, arcturus thought bitterly. "it is not that --" arcturus protested, stopping himself almost immediately. would it do any good to explain? "i never didn't want you to be part of my life, jarilo." arcturus conceded softly, his gaze falling. "but we are on two different sides of a river. i can't change what has been done, i don't want to talk about what's been done either; i just want to live my life, free of other people trying to control me. and it just so happens, i need to be here to do that." it's that simple.. or was it?