Letting Go [Joining/open]
She approached the border with a bit of apprehension. She had joined Glaciem before because it had been so entirely different than Arkhein. Its ideals and its workings were the exact opposite of the desert. There would be nothing here to remind her of Elyas or her home. She had foolishly thought to forget her past, that by erasing any memory of such a place it wouldn't hurt her. She had been such an idiot. She allowed the feelings to fester and grow and now they ate at her, clawed at her emotions.
She squeezed her eyes shut, the lump in her throat preventing the howl from escaping her jaws. It hit her suddenly that Elyas would never come back, she would never see her beloved again and no matter how far she ran or where she traveled too that was a fact that would never change. Tears dripped from her maw and her legs buckled beneath her as she collapsed into the snow. She curled into her own body and cried. Her bodice shook with the force of her sobs and whines and cries constantly left her throat. For minutes, hours, she laid upon the snow finally...finally letting go.
He didn't understand women at all. Especially the little bird before him. The was something quite different than what he was used to. Her lyrical promised him that his silence had comforted her, but he did not understand such words. How could remaining in silence and merely staring off, as she rested her head upon him, be helpful? He did nothing except remain still, the stoic expression on his face unwavering, and his breathing slow and natural, as it usually was. Perhaps her words were honest though...that he had helped...
Friend? The concept failed him. The least he had done was be there...not even as much as anyone else would have been, his presence was merely there. His entity. He himself, his intellect, it was scarce, ravaged, and unavailable to aid her. "Ye ur weelcome," the words laced from his vocals easily and the brute turned his head to the lands of Glaciem, "ye ur rejoining? Deep baritones cast forth as he called out for someone in the pack to come to them. He had not really made his re-entry to the lands official, but he had lingered, and he had been a member not too long ago.
There was really little he could say to the babe at his side...things were different to him...and her...and he could never really grasp the terms of what she wanted. Friend? Thanks? Appreciation? He didn't get it, and for the man, it wounded him a bit. He actually didn't understand nearly as much as he wanted. His life was just slightly past his prime, and now, he was lost to wondering. Wondering what interesting things life could hold for him. Though, at the point he had arrived at, it felt like all the interest was incapable of being stumbled upon.
Speech,