Killing Me Softly
11-14-2016, 07:17 PM
She'd half-expected him to offer a rebuttal to her explanation of what was happening below the frozen ice. They'd been taught that not everyone believed what they did - some wolves were blind to the truth and couldn't see the world for how it really was. Though he seemed to listen to her, he said nothing. His easy-going nature pleased her, and so did his lack of arguments. Even at her young age, she knew she didn't like being challenged and even more than that, she liked those that listened to her. He seemed eager at the prospect of teaching her and suddenly she felt a bit insecure. Asvor wasn't used to doing such.. frivolous things. She'd spent the latter part of her young life on her own, since her mother had left, and since Yfir had disbanded. Much of her effort was spent on survival, on simply sustaining herself, not on playing. She remembered things had been easier, once. She wondered briefly how easy Lionel's life was, with his dad being the leader and all. Her brows furrowed as she watched him, examining how he flung himself across the ice. After he explained it verbally, she trudged off the ice and examined it for a long moment. Backing up, she finally rushed forward - doing as he said, pushing herself onto the ice and letting her limbs bend slightly as she slid across the ice, finally slowing and falling down with a slight thud. Not painful, not really, but she assumed it could be if she wasn't careful. A slight grin, barely visible at all, played across her lips as she pulled herself upright again. "Not bad," she offered with a soft chuckle as he eyed Lionel. To herself, she could admit it was fun - the slight rush of adrenaline as she lost control and slid over the lake's surface was pretty enjoyable. |
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