ardent

Lost in the constellations



Xephyris

Loner

age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
229
size
Medium
build
Heavy
posts
286
player
Ehrgeiz
08-21-2016, 11:37 PM

He chuckled with amusement as she danced after him with a little bark, obviously caught off-guard by his quick movement to snatch the scarf. Apparently she didn't like the way he was wearing it. How fun it was to tease her; he loved her reaction, it was truly adorable. And he loved the way her bells jingled with every movement, and sound he'd grown to enjoy although it had been so foreign at first, maybe even a little bit obnoxious. Of course, the laughter didn't last long after he'd spotted the blood around her paw. Jaelle herself didn't seem too concerned about the fact that she was bleeding, casually raising her paw to look at it. Glancing up to meet her gaze, he shook his head as he gave her a half-hearted scolding look, before looking back to her raised paw. He leaned forward, his nose reaching toward the injury as she began to explain had happened to the best of her knowledge. Hoping she wouldn't pull away, he moved to lick the blood away so that he could see the wound - he had no experience in healing, but he would at least know whether or not she needed attention from a healer when he saw the wound himself.

Before he had a chance to really look close, she mentioned that she had nearly drowned. Instantly his head shot up, coming up to meet her at eye level. Her eyes were wide, making it very obvious that she'd slipped up. Had she been trying to hide that from him? "Are you serious?" he demanded, a little of his anger returning, but refusing to let his temper take hold, "I guess that explains why you're soaking wet." Sighing, he shook his head again. Why wasn't she more careful? She was out here all alone, and no one would have been able to help her if things had been worse. He didn't like the thought that she could have been laying on the sand under the ocean's surface, just as easily as she was standing here now. How did this woman survive on her own? "I'm fine, I've had a lot worse happen." That statement alone was almost worse than her admission that she had almost drowned. She was just way too nonchalant about it! He knew it was in no way his place, nor was it required of him, to watch out for her safety, but he couldn't help himself. Ever since he'd laid his silver eyes upon her sickly, unconscious form and carried her to the healer's den when she'd first dragged her bedraggled self into Myriad territory, he couldn't help but to feel protective over her.

"Jaelle, you've gotta be more careful!" he insisted, eyeing her sternly, "I don't want to find you somewhere, one day, just dead... do I have to keep an eye on you myself?" He raised a brow. Not like he would mind keeping her in his sight. He couldn't imagine stumbling upon the pretty lady's body one day, and not being able to do anything. Huffing, he tried to shake that thought from his mind - maybe he was just being too paranoid, his protective nature causing him to overreact. "Nevermind that, you're here now and you're fine," he grumbled, almost as though he was trying to convince himself, "I'm just glad you're okay, and that I found you." He didn't want to dwell on what could have happened, when really nothing had truly happened, and she was here right in front of him now. "Honestly, I guess I was worried about you... and rightfully so," he muttered with one last jab at her carelessness, "I hadn't seen you in so long, and I was going to try to bring you home, even if it was just for a short time, but I have some news about that..." With the results of the recent challenge, he was glad he'd finally come across her, or, at least that she'd found him out here, because he needed to let her know that there was nowhere to go home to. He wasn't sure yet what he was going to do from now on - he'd been sure that Myriad would be his home for much, much longer.


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