Drawn by Fate
02-01-2016, 09:37 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Though he was trying to mask his feelings in order to spare Esarosa any sense of discomfort, he realized he was not doing quite so well a job at it as he had hoped. Her answer to confirm joining Argead was not voiced with her typical bright optimism and instead sounded uncharacteristically down, as if what should have been happy news - joining a pack was something of a momentous occasion - was not quite so happy after all. As she went on, however, she had nothing but good things to speak of it, and the description she supplied, though short, was enough to send a natural little smile back to Miksa's face. "Explorers? Then you'll fit right in." If she was not already. Maybe Argead was better suited for her after all.
He felt his embarrassment stir a little as his friend inquired after his interest in fighting, and he fought the urge to fidget where he stood by sitting himself down instead. Oh boy, what would she think about it? She did not seem to have concluded it herself prior to that moment, but despite his fear that she would think him unsuitable for such a task she was, thankfully, optimistic as he noticed her scoot back away from him again. After keeping up a casual friendship with her for so long - had they known each other over a year now? - he valued her input and was grateful for her vote of confidence. "I hope so," he answered through a gently brightening smile, a little of her optimism beginning to infect him too.
On a whim, and because he realized in that moment that he really wanted to mention it to someone, he went on, "Actually, my mom was a really good fighter. She was the...top one in our first pack." He could not really remember much from those days, nor what the title was that Qanik had been given for that top rank, but the fact she had been good at it had stuck. "I've always figured I should be a fighter like her," he muttered quietly, feeling that sense of embarrassment resurface as he divulged one of the secrets he had always harbored close. Feeling strangely exposed, he fought to keep his tan ears upright and shifted his bright, yellow eyes away from Esa's curious, verdant gaze, his tail giving a nervous twitch at his side.
Though he was trying to mask his feelings in order to spare Esarosa any sense of discomfort, he realized he was not doing quite so well a job at it as he had hoped. Her answer to confirm joining Argead was not voiced with her typical bright optimism and instead sounded uncharacteristically down, as if what should have been happy news - joining a pack was something of a momentous occasion - was not quite so happy after all. As she went on, however, she had nothing but good things to speak of it, and the description she supplied, though short, was enough to send a natural little smile back to Miksa's face. "Explorers? Then you'll fit right in." If she was not already. Maybe Argead was better suited for her after all.
He felt his embarrassment stir a little as his friend inquired after his interest in fighting, and he fought the urge to fidget where he stood by sitting himself down instead. Oh boy, what would she think about it? She did not seem to have concluded it herself prior to that moment, but despite his fear that she would think him unsuitable for such a task she was, thankfully, optimistic as he noticed her scoot back away from him again. After keeping up a casual friendship with her for so long - had they known each other over a year now? - he valued her input and was grateful for her vote of confidence. "I hope so," he answered through a gently brightening smile, a little of her optimism beginning to infect him too.
On a whim, and because he realized in that moment that he really wanted to mention it to someone, he went on, "Actually, my mom was a really good fighter. She was the...top one in our first pack." He could not really remember much from those days, nor what the title was that Qanik had been given for that top rank, but the fact she had been good at it had stuck. "I've always figured I should be a fighter like her," he muttered quietly, feeling that sense of embarrassment resurface as he divulged one of the secrets he had always harbored close. Feeling strangely exposed, he fought to keep his tan ears upright and shifted his bright, yellow eyes away from Esa's curious, verdant gaze, his tail giving a nervous twitch at his side.
MIKSA
