Moving winds
06-15-2013, 06:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-21-2013, 06:15 PM by Epiphron.)
Epiphron liked this Natsu this far. He was genuine, and quite the gentleman. It was a vaguely strange thought that she would never go through heartbreak, through the painstaking process of finding a suitable mate -- no, Maverick had appeared with ease, and though the struggle had been difficult for both of them, they had won in the end. Comparatively, she knew she had found love rather easily, and so young, too. She listened to him, wondering. What was his own story like? His family? He spoke of sadness; her story, too, had its moments. The death of her mother, which she remembered only vaguely. "May I ask, Natsu... what kind of sadness?" Despite his admission, he seemed optimistic. It was a trait she possessed herself, never quite feeling the pains of depression. Even when things were at their worst, she was strong. It was a trait Cairo had instilled in her, and one that had flourished brilliantly. She settled her muzzle down on her paws, tail swishing serenely behind her. |
