Kismet hadn't strayed far and that was the first time in a while. Even throughout the horrible storms he had remained close to Secretua and more specifically close to Warja. She could look after herself and probably did better at it than Kismet looked after himself, a fact that he not only knew but admired. Perhaps it was really more for his own sake than hers, just to reassure himself that Warja was ok.
More than simply checking in on her however he enjoyed the time to be close to her again. He had always hated the occasions they had been dragged away from one and other and yet for some ridiculous reason he had allowed it to continue just so he could traipse from Northern to Southern Alacritia all the time. Never before had the boy really made a decision for himself, perhaps that was the main reason he had remained a loner, scared to choose between his family and Warja and yet now he had come to realise that this lack of choice simply didn't work. He was lonely those times he was away from them he needed to make a choice and hopefully his family would understand.
Secretua. That was his choice if Rune would allow it. Truth be told Kismet was still somewhat wary of the man, not entirely certain what to make of him and equally not sure where he lay in Rune's books. He would take his chance though all the same, though and try. He had to. Though he had darted across the borders several times as of late to spend time with Warja, he would wait at the edges now and let out a call for Rune. He had certainly made mistakes though he would at least try to amend them by doing this part formally. This was what you were meant to do right? He had never before sought permission to join a pack, he had been born in Valhalla and stolen by Glaciem.
Kismet certainly didn't think for a moment that he was on Rune's good list. It was a shame though he knew full well that he had brought this fate upon himself. Of course, blindly the boy didn't realise the full extent that he had wound Rune up, not understanding that his friendship with Warja was another problem in the man's eyes. He was equally oblivious to the fact that other's viewed it as more than a friendship, nor had he realised that they could very well be closer to the truth than Kismet himself was.
There was of course no warm greeting from Rune when the grey marked male finally appeared before him. Guilt of course would seep through him at that realisation, it'd take an awful lot he was sure to get any sort of nice reaction from the man. It could have been easier though Kismet had ruined any chances of that, he'd have to work hard now if Rune gave him the chance, allowed him to stay on the pack side of the border.
Before he had a chance to point out that was what he wanted, Rune would begin to speak once more, guessing that there was something important upon his mind and prompting him to speak at last. At his height it wasn't easy to stand lower than Rune of course, though his stance was by no means dominant or carried with pride as he stood there before the Guardian now. Truth be told he felt rather like a child again, and he hadn't felt so helpless since his imprisonment within Glaciem.
"I wish to join your pack, sir." He certainly wasn't rude in his speaking, though it occurred to him now he hadn't actually spoken to Rune before. Though he'd never used it before, the formal title seemed right. It wasn't a mockery at all, Kismet was completely sincere and certainly trying his hardest now not to make Rune hate him any more.
Though he hoped he was managing to be respectful enough to the male, there was a part of Kismet that still couldn't help but anticipate an abrupt no to suddenly spill from Rune's lips. There was only silence for a moment, one that seemed to drag on and on as the Adravendi boy sat there awaiting his fate. To get into a pack would have been so much easier if he had gone to his mother, simply asked to join her and the rest of his family but it wasn't what he wanted. Yes he missed them but he couldn't really explain it or understand it himself, he wanted to be here.
At last a word would finally be spoken, it wasn't however the yes that Kismet longed to hear nor the no that he had been expecting it was a why something that would require him to talk more and honestly he wasn't entirely certain what to say, at least not what to say to avoid Rune's possible wrath. He seemed on the edge already and though there had not been a no yet, Kismet still didn't doubt that it could easily appear.
"I've been a loner for some time now and I don't like it. It's lonely and I need to be in a pack." Kismet began with the simple truth that had inspired him to finally pluck up the courage to request to join a pack. Of course this one had been selected because of Warja but that was probably a given, he didn't really know anyone within the ranks of Secretua other than Rune's daughter. All the same his short little answer somehow didn't feel like quite enough and before he really thought upon it, more words were spilling from his lips. "I was born in Valhalla and imprisoned in Glaciem, I've never had to ask to join a pack before and I'm sorry if I'm going about it wrong. I know I've already made mistakes in all of this, but please just give me a chance." Was this begging? Was he begging? Honestly he was shocked by his own words.
The freedom aspect of life as a rogue had certainly been a rather appealing point to the boy whether he realised it or not, imprisonment within Glaciem had left him craving such a luxury. There had been no disagreement with the other packs that had welcomed him warmly though, and even the taste of freedom wasn't what had kept him travelling around Alacritia in his isolated life. He'd been stuck whether he cared to admit it or not, unable to make up his mind as to what sort of life he actually wanted; one with Warja or one with his family. They were both important to him and for far too long he had tried to please both ideas, succeeding really in nothing at all but driving himself miserable. His own feelings hardly were Rune's concern and response the man gave him was more than enough to demonstrate that fact.
He stood silently, unsure on whether he should try and say anything else to strengthen his case or simply leave Rune to his thoughts, to eventually come to some sort of answer. Kismet feared now more than ever that it could be a no, that the Guardian would deem him unfit for the pack. Even with his poor little speech the Adravendi male doubted he had really done much to put himself in a good light and that was even without knowing Rune's fears for Kismet's close relationship with Warja. He wouldn't be the first to make these assumptions though, many had leapt to conclusions that still hadn't really entered the boy's mind.
The pauses between Rune's words seemed to take forever. Eventually he would speak once more, questioning as to why Kismet didn't seek out his family. Truth be told he had no good answer for that. Warja was with her family and living happily, surely he could live a perfectly happy life with his own and they could simply continue to visit each other, arrange meetings in the middle. He couldn't explain it but it wasn't enough for him. Even Soren he had grown somewhat distant from. He was still loyal to his family, would do anything for his brother but there was something about Warja that he simply couldn't find words for.
"I'm not a fan of the North." He spoke calmly. In the end that pathetic excuse was all he could come up with. Wasn't that the main reason he had left his family at the border's of Roman's pack? It wasn't simply to go and see if he could find Warja once more or would eventually cross paths with Sarak, he had despised the idea of being in a pack ruled by an Armada, had even feared being so close to Glaciem once more.
Laughter? Kismet certainly hadn't been expecting a reaction like that nor had he been attempting to be funny either. The young man was rather shocked and not entirely certain how he ought to react now either, not even sure if this was a good or a bad sign. Smiles were of course generally good though given the dislike he was sure the elder male had for him and the rather serious expression he usually wore, Kismet was greatly confused by Rune now.
Silently he would continue to await the answer, the time dragging on and continuing to torture him. A yes was of course what he longed for though if it was a no Rune was going to respond with then it was cruel dragging it out in laughter like this. And then finally quiet was broken. The serious look had returned and for a moment Kismet wasn't quite sure he was hearing right.
Fine? Was that a yes? Could it really be some sort of yes? Apparently so. He was going to be a Guard in Secretua, pleasantly surprised by the revelation he would of course shake his head in response as Rune questioned whether he had an objections to this decision. Truth be told he had no idea what he wanted to do in the pack only that he wanted to be here, though he wasn't about to reveal that to Rune right away. If the man thought he could be a Guard then Kismet would be. "None. Thank you."