Drawn by Fate
02-04-2016, 06:18 PM
Oh she could hardly sit still! He'd finally looked back up at her, as though some of his self-consciousness had been dispelled. She was glad that she could influence him just enough, encourage him, so that uncertain look on his face didn't remain. He was just too hard on himself, at least she thought so. She wished he didn't doubt himself so much, but it seemed it was just the way he was. But she supposed that just mean she'd have to come around from time to time to cheer him on, which she surely would not protest. She leapt to her paws suddenly, excited by the vibe of optimism that had settled around them. Oh, and that sheepish little smile of his. Why did it strike her so? Unable to smile wider herself, she merely let slip a soft sigh. And his soft-spoken thanks, it was so, so... it was just so Miksa. When he relaxed further, his expression hopeful, she pinched her eyes shut for just a moment. They opened again, falling upon him as he murmured just a few words, but it was clear that he felt a sense of determination. He may not have been a talker like her, never would be, but his quiet ways were always expressive. Probably more expressive than any amount of words could ever be. All of these things that made Miksa uniquely himself, it was everything that she liked so much about him - she couldn't help the way her thoughts drifted from the present moment. We were so young when we met - I didn't even know I could feel this way back then. So much has changed. We're in different packs. We're older now. But there's so much that has stayed the same. She held her breath for a couple of seconds as her thoughts wandered. She'd talked to herself about this on the way here, hadn't she? She needed to say something about it soon, but what was it? She needed to somehow bring together her confused and chaotic thoughts into something she could express verbally. Something that would make sense to more than just herself. Yet just the thought of saying any of it out loud was horrifying. His next words drew her back from her musing. "Maybe you'll find someone in your pack?" Her heart sunk for a moment and she frowned, before she realized and connected what he said to what they'd been talking about. Oh, right. We were talking about role models, not all that stuff going on in my head, she chided herself mentally, giving her head the tiniest shake and grinning slightly. Boy had her thoughts gotten carried away. "Yea, I guess I haven't even met everyone in Argead yet," she commented, tilting her head, "There's gotta be somebody influencial enough. I'll keep any eye out for them, whoever it turns out to be." And in the end, maybe she just wasn't meant to follow anyone's example. Maybe she'd just keep carving her own path, and perhaps she might be the one to influence someone else. But she was too young for that now - for now, she'd just have to keep exploring her interests. Looking out over the barren red rocks that looked like they were rippling with water, she let the silence fall between them for several moments. Then she looked back to her friend, her closest friend. The one person she'd looked forward to seeing time and time again. Always meeting in the strangest places, always finding each other no matter where they went. Conversation came so easily between them, and nothing felt impossible when she was near him. Esarosa's emerald gaze met his, regal black tail flicking nervously. Why was she so nervous if he was so easy to be around? She took a deep breath, deciding she had to say something. But did she even know what she was going to say? Would it be too much to share what was on her mind right now? "Miksa... " she broke the silence with an unusually soft tone, her eyes shifting to stare at her paws, "I really have to tell you something... it's that, I-I really... I think I... like..." YES! Yes, it was too much right now! I can't do this... no, not right now. Not today. It's just the season, that's it! I'm just a springtime fool, that's all! Her cheeks burning and stomach doing flips, she cleared her throat and tried to speak up, quickly thinking of something else to say. "Ahem... sorry, the air's kinda dry, my throat..." she murmured, "Uhm, anyways, well I was just wondering... when we might meet again? You know, we might have to plan for visits, being busy with our packs and all. It might even be better if we meet at night sometime, that way no one really misses us..." Her words were hurried and her eyes wandered, clearly distracted. She knew if she missed him at all, she'd be drawn to linger around Celestial borders, and that could become problematic. Wandering away from her pack wasn't what she was worried about, it was more that she didn't want to start trouble between the two packs. It was bad enough, the venomous encounter she'd already had with Varda, which she refused to mention today. "So, when will I see you again?" she ventured, tilting her head, wondering what he would say. |