Risk Taking

*Miksa* · 10-25-2015, 11:22 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

Every doubt that he conjured up seemed to have something set in its path to thwart it from gaining momentum and permanently damaging his confidence. While he was honest about his minimal hunting prowess, Surreal assured him he would do fine in a pack setting with what he knew. Apparently large hunts were not something that took place all that often, and it relieved him to know just getting by for himself would still be satisfactory work. Miksa smiled a little, trying to express his gratitude and growing hope for how things would likely be once he, and the rest, became official members of the this pack.

He lapsed into silence as they continued to move, finding the quiet companionable between them. This was good. He liked what he was getting himself into, what he now expected the future would hold once they were established and functioning as a pack would function. And he was glad to have another kind individual to lead him along. That was something he could honestly say about the leaders he had chosen to follow: they had all had good hearts.

Eventually she rounded their conversation back around to his first choice in vocations, and Miksa considered it a moment before he answered. "I think it's the basics," he stated a bit hesitantly. Was that what Frith had taught him, or was there still more that he ought to know to be considered "mediocre?" "I learned some fighting in the raid too," he added after a second's thought. There was nothing like the hands on approach to really drill in all those practice sessions, and once life finally settled down and he felt stable enough again he intended to start taking up sparring to really test his mettle.

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