Freedom!
12-10-2015, 07:45 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Through the male's impenetrable mask, Gale thought she saw a look almost familiar to her. She second guessed it immediately - this wolf was so good at hiding things that she did not fully trust her own ability to read him - and she realized very quickly she had been right to distrust her judgment. He must not have been thinking on her name after all, or drawing any sort of conclusions about it, even though that was what she had thought. He denied having heard of her last name before, which likely meant her family were all strangers to him as well, but that was somewhat to be expected. "Figures. We don't draw much attention to ourselves," she chuckled, refusing to be beaten by his indifference. Without offering an answer after she turned the question around on him, the dark colored wolf began to walk away, leaving Gale staring puzzled at his back. Did he ever crack, even a little? Was he annoyed, amused, content, indifferent? Without anything to go off of, without any idea of whether her mere presence was being tolerated or discreetly told to leave, the Donostrea Aertus felt a small level of frustration beginning to grow. She needed to know something, at the very least so she did not overstay her welcome or inadvertently say something that seemed out of bounds. Stubbornly she followed a step behind him, the bubbly expression on her face beginning to show its first sign of strain. They had barely gotten very far when her company stopped again, and she had to quickly catch herself to stop from treading too quickly on his heels. What was the meaning of all this? She could feel her confusion rising, and with it her irritation, though she tried her best to keep it from becoming too visible on her face. He turned to face her and Gale stared back with obvious confusion as he uttered two words, only one of which she recognized. Arrow? What was he talking about arrows for? It clicked a second later, after she saw another flicker of something, some well-masked emotion pass briefly, almost recognizably, across his face. Was that...amusement? Was..was this all a game? She could not be sure, was not sure about anything that had to do with this man - this Kakashi Arrow if that was his name - and desperately wished she could keep up with whatever game it was that he was playing. He offered a noncommittal question, and she laughed, a quick, short sound, as she stepped forward to stand beside him and stare pointedly up into his face with a look that was one part intrigue and one part confusion. "Only if you mean it," she answered, her tone gently challenging the claim that he had tried to make. Was it really nice to meet her? She could not tell. |
