Drawn by Fate
02-06-2016, 12:51 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
There was a brief second where a look of confusion shifted across his friend's face, but before he could fully register it and begin to worry anew it was gone, replaced quickly with a smile. Esarosa admitted to still having other wolves in her pack that she had yet to meet - something that did not altogether surprise Miksa since there were still many wolves in his own that he had yet to speak with - but she gratefully took hold of the idea he suggested and at least considered the possibility that one of them might act as a good role model for her. The yellow-eyed wolf nodded his head as he smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. They might not have been members of the same pack, but at least they could still assist each other in this way, offering advice and encouragement during their random, fate-decided meetups.
A companionable silence settled over them, and comfortable with it Miksa followed Esarosa's gaze to stare out across the rocky landscape. This is good, he thought, feeling complacent and at peace with the current way his life was headed. He had a pack, he was on his way toward becoming a stronger fighter - as Esa vehemently assured he would. He had helped one lost friend by bringing her along to join his pack, and his other wandering friend was now rooted close to where he lived. Assuming everything continued to go well, and his optimism was high enough at the moment to believe it would, he had hopes that he would finally find stability again.
It was a considerably nice change from the dark and dismal thoughts that had brought him here, and he had Esarosa to thank for that. He turned his head to face her again, ready to express his gratitude to her for lifting his mood, when he noticed something off about her. She looked...uncharacteristically nervous, not at all like her strong, assured self. The change caused his brow to furrow gently and confusion as well as worry to wheedle their way into his thoughts, especially as she averted her gaze while trying to speak to him. Was something wrong? Everything had seemed perfectly fine just a second ago, and he thought he had been doing well not bringing anymore undue attention to the change in her scent, but...had he missed something?
As he watched her, growing concerned, the green-eyed wolf cleared her throat and tried again, explaining that it was the dry weather causing her to stumble over her words and be unable to speak. Well...she had just needed a breather after catching up to him, and though he accepted her explanation he tucked away his concern for the time being as she finally spoke of possibly setting up their next meeting time. The idea was new to him - he had grown to simply expect to run into her sometime, as seemed to be the habit - but scheduled meetups sounded like a good compromise given their new responsibilities. "Yeah, that's probably true." He did not want to take away from pack time and hours that he should be working to better himself for Celestial. But when would be a good time? "Maybe in a few days? We could meet back up here. Unless there's somewhere else that works better?" he asked in his uncertain way, hoping for confirmation or further suggestions. She was the explorer, after all. If either of them had ideas, it was bound to be her.
There was a brief second where a look of confusion shifted across his friend's face, but before he could fully register it and begin to worry anew it was gone, replaced quickly with a smile. Esarosa admitted to still having other wolves in her pack that she had yet to meet - something that did not altogether surprise Miksa since there were still many wolves in his own that he had yet to speak with - but she gratefully took hold of the idea he suggested and at least considered the possibility that one of them might act as a good role model for her. The yellow-eyed wolf nodded his head as he smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. They might not have been members of the same pack, but at least they could still assist each other in this way, offering advice and encouragement during their random, fate-decided meetups.
A companionable silence settled over them, and comfortable with it Miksa followed Esarosa's gaze to stare out across the rocky landscape. This is good, he thought, feeling complacent and at peace with the current way his life was headed. He had a pack, he was on his way toward becoming a stronger fighter - as Esa vehemently assured he would. He had helped one lost friend by bringing her along to join his pack, and his other wandering friend was now rooted close to where he lived. Assuming everything continued to go well, and his optimism was high enough at the moment to believe it would, he had hopes that he would finally find stability again.
It was a considerably nice change from the dark and dismal thoughts that had brought him here, and he had Esarosa to thank for that. He turned his head to face her again, ready to express his gratitude to her for lifting his mood, when he noticed something off about her. She looked...uncharacteristically nervous, not at all like her strong, assured self. The change caused his brow to furrow gently and confusion as well as worry to wheedle their way into his thoughts, especially as she averted her gaze while trying to speak to him. Was something wrong? Everything had seemed perfectly fine just a second ago, and he thought he had been doing well not bringing anymore undue attention to the change in her scent, but...had he missed something?
As he watched her, growing concerned, the green-eyed wolf cleared her throat and tried again, explaining that it was the dry weather causing her to stumble over her words and be unable to speak. Well...she had just needed a breather after catching up to him, and though he accepted her explanation he tucked away his concern for the time being as she finally spoke of possibly setting up their next meeting time. The idea was new to him - he had grown to simply expect to run into her sometime, as seemed to be the habit - but scheduled meetups sounded like a good compromise given their new responsibilities. "Yeah, that's probably true." He did not want to take away from pack time and hours that he should be working to better himself for Celestial. But when would be a good time? "Maybe in a few days? We could meet back up here. Unless there's somewhere else that works better?" he asked in his uncertain way, hoping for confirmation or further suggestions. She was the explorer, after all. If either of them had ideas, it was bound to be her.
MIKSA
