Maybe Maybe

*Miksa* · 12-23-2015, 12:10 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

Taking Varda's cue, Miksa released his hold around her and drew back to meet her gaze as she began to pull away. Her mismatched eyes met his for a second before suddenly dropping, and he was surprised to note it was a gesture that was all too familiar to him. Embarrassment? Was that it? But the Varda he recalled had been self-assured, confident, even to the point that she could offer guidance to a lonely new packmate. Uncertain, Miksa's own yellow eyes averted, puzzling over whether he had done something to cause this sudden change, but in an attempt to smooth it over brought his eyes to hers again and offered a timid but happy smile. He truly was happy to have found her again, and he did not want any sort of embarrassment to interrupt their reunion.

He knew the answer to his question almost before he finished speaking it, and felt instantly guilty that he had brought it up. It should have been obvious by her manner that she had spent the last few months lonely, that spotting him, someone who had still considered himself new to the pack by the time it had disbanded, could bring about such joy to her features. To his dismay, Varda turned the question back around on him, and as his tan ears tipped to fold to his head his bright, sunny eyes lowered. How he wished he had better news for her, that he knew where her family was and that Threar was not gone at all but in hiding. "I'm sorry," he muttered quietly, lost for words and unsure whether his apology counted for anything. How could it, when it was her parents, her family, that was missing and gone? He thought momentarily about changing the subject, but remained silent as the heaviness of their conversation stilled the words on his tongue and prevented him from saying anything further.

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