[Pack Meeting!] Let's Get On That Dance-floor!

Walk | Talk | Think

Whether she noticed his concern or not, Varda only smiled back as he looked her way, and Miksa tried to take comfort from it. He was less than successful - something truly did seem off about her, and he was worried what it might be - but neither did he feel right prodding and poking to see if she would divulge the cause of her visible unrest. This was not the right place for it, with pack members surrounding them and a leader watching them all very closely. He had already warned himself that it was none of his business too, that she was her own wolf and could keep things to herself if she wanted...but it did nothing to stop his concern. He cared, he wanted to know, and so he set himself to thinking of ways to bring the subject up later that would cause her no further distress.

It left his thoughts a bit scattered and inattentive when Surreal finally began their meeting, but he listened to the best of his ability. Celebratory festival. This season. Dancefloor of the Gods. It sounded like a fun idea, reminding him very much of the one Threar had thrown once upon a time before he joined them, and it helped to reassure his decision in coming here, with Varda no less, had been a good decision for them both. It might not have been the most seamless transition between their old life and their new one, but the similarities in both mindset and temperament of the pack overall made things that much easier.

The brief mention of the Legionary spars drew the full of his attention upon Surreal, and Miksa's tan ears perked atop his head. Bright eyes rimmed in black stared intently, his whole being tensing slightly with the renewed sense of anticipation and dread the news brought about in him. He wanted - possibly needed - to know those results, to hear Surreal's own opinion on his skill and where he needed to go with it. He had his own ideas, sure, and he intended to focus on what he had picked out himself, but becoming a Legionary was a big step in fulfilling the goal he had set out to achieve almost two years ago. He was desperate to make progress.

Varda's voice surprised him given her uneasiness, but what she had to offer sounded fair. There was something there for everyone, ways in which all different sorts could participate no matter what specialty they considered theirs. As much as the idea of spars intimidated him, Miksa knew he would participate, and it only made him that much more eager to get back into his training. He had prolonged it far enough. With nothing new to add, he remained quiet and waited to see if anyone else would offer suggestions or comments.