Drawn by Fate
01-30-2016, 08:02 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
The second he noticed his friend becoming self-conscious because of him, Miksa wished he had reacted differently. He had not meant to cause her any sort of distress, or to make her uncomfortable because of something that was entirely out of her control. And after being on the self-conscious end of a few exchanges himself it only made him sorrier to push that feeling onto someone else. Apologizing felt too forward - he did not want to bring anymore undue attention to it than he already had - and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from stuttering out the words. Instead, he tried to compromise by acting normal, or at least what he perceived normal to be.
Schooling his expression, he tried to rid himself of his confusion and simply be happily in the moment with Esarosa. He reminded himself how nice it was to see her again, how funny it was that they always seemed to find one another no matter their travels, and how happy he was not to have to worry about his pack and their safety for a while. That was normal, right? All safe, polite thoughts that could distract him from the oddness of her scent and the blunder he had just made recognizing it.
The slip up did not in the least bit hinder his friend's ability to talk, he realized. She recovered rather quickly and immediately set about answering his question, speaking quickly and challenging the current slowness of Miksa's mind. Emerald Valley? That was right; they had met there, so of course she must have assumed his future pack would spawn there too. In truth, he had thought so as well, but it had not even crossed his mind when Surreal finally called out and assembled her pack-to-be in the Vericona Plains. He was surprised momentarily by the mention of Varda, unaware that Esa knew who that was, but it seemed the dark colored wolf had already found out about his big news before he had gotten a chance to tell her himself. It was a bit disappointing on a few levels; he no longer got to surprise her with his news, and it would have been nicer if they had all been in the same pack.
He paused for a second as she caught her breath, half expecting her to continue, but when she did not he let out a quiet one of his own. "I'm settling in alright," he answered with a little nod, confirming her suspicions, "It's a little slow right now. I've...tried out to be a fighter. Legionary, they call it." Had he told her before of his interest in following in his mother's footsteps, how he hoped he inherited her natural warrior's skill? Reflecting on his spar and his earlier thoughts, he added a bit sheepishly, "Still have a lot to learn." But he planned to keep at it, and that was most important.
With his own short and concise explanation made, he was reminded again of the strange pack scent that clung to Esarosa's frame, and the name she had given of another new pack circled back around through his thoughts. "I'm guessing you joined this...Argead?" he asked as he tried to get the name right, unable to fully mask the sense of disappointment the question stirred in him. There had always been a hope in the back of his mind to be the one to introduce his friend to her next pack, preferably one that he was in so that they no longer had to wait for random encounters to fall into place as they typically did. But if she was happy, he would not spoil her mood with pessimistic thoughts.
The second he noticed his friend becoming self-conscious because of him, Miksa wished he had reacted differently. He had not meant to cause her any sort of distress, or to make her uncomfortable because of something that was entirely out of her control. And after being on the self-conscious end of a few exchanges himself it only made him sorrier to push that feeling onto someone else. Apologizing felt too forward - he did not want to bring anymore undue attention to it than he already had - and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from stuttering out the words. Instead, he tried to compromise by acting normal, or at least what he perceived normal to be.
Schooling his expression, he tried to rid himself of his confusion and simply be happily in the moment with Esarosa. He reminded himself how nice it was to see her again, how funny it was that they always seemed to find one another no matter their travels, and how happy he was not to have to worry about his pack and their safety for a while. That was normal, right? All safe, polite thoughts that could distract him from the oddness of her scent and the blunder he had just made recognizing it.
The slip up did not in the least bit hinder his friend's ability to talk, he realized. She recovered rather quickly and immediately set about answering his question, speaking quickly and challenging the current slowness of Miksa's mind. Emerald Valley? That was right; they had met there, so of course she must have assumed his future pack would spawn there too. In truth, he had thought so as well, but it had not even crossed his mind when Surreal finally called out and assembled her pack-to-be in the Vericona Plains. He was surprised momentarily by the mention of Varda, unaware that Esa knew who that was, but it seemed the dark colored wolf had already found out about his big news before he had gotten a chance to tell her himself. It was a bit disappointing on a few levels; he no longer got to surprise her with his news, and it would have been nicer if they had all been in the same pack.
He paused for a second as she caught her breath, half expecting her to continue, but when she did not he let out a quiet one of his own. "I'm settling in alright," he answered with a little nod, confirming her suspicions, "It's a little slow right now. I've...tried out to be a fighter. Legionary, they call it." Had he told her before of his interest in following in his mother's footsteps, how he hoped he inherited her natural warrior's skill? Reflecting on his spar and his earlier thoughts, he added a bit sheepishly, "Still have a lot to learn." But he planned to keep at it, and that was most important.
With his own short and concise explanation made, he was reminded again of the strange pack scent that clung to Esarosa's frame, and the name she had given of another new pack circled back around through his thoughts. "I'm guessing you joined this...Argead?" he asked as he tried to get the name right, unable to fully mask the sense of disappointment the question stirred in him. There had always been a hope in the back of his mind to be the one to introduce his friend to her next pack, preferably one that he was in so that they no longer had to wait for random encounters to fall into place as they typically did. But if she was happy, he would not spoil her mood with pessimistic thoughts.
MIKSA
