Drawn by Fate
02-03-2016, 10:14 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
There was no denying the fact that Esarosa was optimistic. She simply exuded it in all things, Miksa thought, and especially now as she did her absolute best to convince him that his hopes of becoming a skilled fighter would surely be reached. He was touched and admittedly flattered by the certainty with which she spoke to him, all bright smiles and encouraging tail wags, and he was grateful that she thought so. It helped having friends to back him up in his endeavors that would root for him even when he found it hard to root for himself. His smile was still sheepish, but he managed a quiet, "Thank you," for all of her reassurances.
As he avoided her gaze self-consciously after finally revealing his inspiration for seeking a warrior's path, Esa dispelled his worries further by offering her own positive take on what it was he was doing. He relaxed a little as she explained herself, eventually returning his gaze back toward her with a hopeful expression. It was a good thing that he did? It was not at all silly or childish to try living up to a parent's legacy? He felt as if it was at times - particularly on hard days - but his friend's description of it helped to settle those inner disputes and bring back some of the earlier confidence he had had in making the decision. "Yeah...yeah, you're right," he murmured thoughtfully, feeling a renewed sense of determination in his choice to become a fighter as his mother had before him. His smile brightened, still reserved as was his nature, but his tail wagged a few beats at his side, evidence of his relief and new positive feelings.
He was not at all sure how to respond to his friend's wish to have an idol like him. Honestly, he did not know there were any wolves that he could even think of that the green-eyed wolf could look up to, but a thought struck him and caused his tan ears to perk with hope and optimism. "Maybe you'll find someone in your pack?" he voiced hopefully. It might have been a stretch - how was he to know what sorts of individuals there were over in Argead? - but they did sound like the type of people that Esarosa would enjoy being around. Perhaps one of them, he supposed, could serve as a role model of sorts, or at least lead to some further pursuit that his friend could follow.
There was no denying the fact that Esarosa was optimistic. She simply exuded it in all things, Miksa thought, and especially now as she did her absolute best to convince him that his hopes of becoming a skilled fighter would surely be reached. He was touched and admittedly flattered by the certainty with which she spoke to him, all bright smiles and encouraging tail wags, and he was grateful that she thought so. It helped having friends to back him up in his endeavors that would root for him even when he found it hard to root for himself. His smile was still sheepish, but he managed a quiet, "Thank you," for all of her reassurances.
As he avoided her gaze self-consciously after finally revealing his inspiration for seeking a warrior's path, Esa dispelled his worries further by offering her own positive take on what it was he was doing. He relaxed a little as she explained herself, eventually returning his gaze back toward her with a hopeful expression. It was a good thing that he did? It was not at all silly or childish to try living up to a parent's legacy? He felt as if it was at times - particularly on hard days - but his friend's description of it helped to settle those inner disputes and bring back some of the earlier confidence he had had in making the decision. "Yeah...yeah, you're right," he murmured thoughtfully, feeling a renewed sense of determination in his choice to become a fighter as his mother had before him. His smile brightened, still reserved as was his nature, but his tail wagged a few beats at his side, evidence of his relief and new positive feelings.
He was not at all sure how to respond to his friend's wish to have an idol like him. Honestly, he did not know there were any wolves that he could even think of that the green-eyed wolf could look up to, but a thought struck him and caused his tan ears to perk with hope and optimism. "Maybe you'll find someone in your pack?" he voiced hopefully. It might have been a stretch - how was he to know what sorts of individuals there were over in Argead? - but they did sound like the type of people that Esarosa would enjoy being around. Perhaps one of them, he supposed, could serve as a role model of sorts, or at least lead to some further pursuit that his friend could follow.
MIKSA
