Maybe Maybe
12-28-2015, 05:16 PM
Walk | Talk | Think With his own eyes downcast, he missed the way Varda's mismatched eyes glossed over with tears, and was lucky he had. It surely would have piled on more guilt, added to the disappointment he carried over being separated from all of them just when things had finally started looking up. He had been promoted, had set out to become a proper fighter, and had at last felt like one of the pack. No matter where he went, his living arrangements seemed to fall apart fairly quickly, and he should have been used to it. It was such a shame that this time others had been hurt too, left behind to feel the same lonely pain that he felt. It was not something Miksa would have wished on anyone. She tried to tell him - with a sniff that suggested otherwise - that his fruitless searches were alright, that not finding her family was okay. Of course, it was not. Miksa believed that wholeheartedly, but because she was making the effort he lifted his gaze to peek at her, glad to see that her eyes remained clear of tears and her face had managed somehow, though possibly by force, to draw itself into a smile. To encourage it, Miksa smiled back, softly and with a mix of emotions that he could not express in words. Joy to have found her, apology for the loss of her family, gentleness because he knew, perhaps a little too well, how desperately she needed a kind friend. He had been there too, once. Her curious question brought back immediate visions of the west, and the white, yellow-eyed wolf drew in a breath before he began. "In the west," he explained. "A wolf named Surreal - I guess she was friends with your parents - stopped by the Delta. She said she was going to start a pack with her family, and said any of us left behind could join." He remembered the offer, how he had waited but eventually caved to accepted it. It had strangely been harder this time around than it had been the last. "Took me a while to agree. They're by the Willows in the west now. Not a pack yet, but Surreal looks determined." He stared across at Varda, feeling suddenly torn. What if she had no interest in joining Surreal's pack? Could he let her walk away, alone? His ears twitched, threatening to fold again as his thoughts became conflicted. |
