no reflection

Deteste watched with some anxiety as Caeser only retreated further into himself, his body compact in a most uncanny fashion. Yet he understood. For a person without a home and without companion the thunder must be a horribly frightening thing. Deteste mirrored Caesar's actions subtly. Another attempt to calm him. Their white breath snaked into the air in unison, though the mist that escaped De's jowls was constant where Caesar's was not. Upon hearing Caesar's next words Deteste nodded politely in agreement. No, he spoke, Nobody should like it. As far as he could remember he had never feared the rain. Deteste had in fact feared nothing in his youth and little as a grown adult. Some of the visions he had experienced, though, had been terrifying and had led him to do the most unsightly and violent things. Mostly an attempt for distraction for the visions chose when they came and went. But his children did have many fears as they grew and in the previously bellowing storm his thoughts went out to them. He assumed that Caesar was not much younger than they but he hoped they were not cowering in the rain.


The creature rose, shakily but with determination and when he stood Deteste offered a stiff smile that had unwittingly stretched onto his jowls. But in the same moment he studied Caesar carefully and noted just how emaciated the petite fellow was. Again was Deteste stricken with the desire to take him into the Ludicael but he distanced himself from emotion and instead planned on finding a temporary home for Caesar and caring for him at that location. They were not far from the mangroves so his relationship with Caesar would not be a great strain on his responsibilities. Of course there was the possibility that Caesar himself would discover the Ludicael and if such happened then so it would go. There was nothing to help this possibility and Deteste did not allow it to worry him. Straying from his thoughts to refocus his attention on the company he shared, he shifted leftward to allow Caesar space as he stretched. Deteste's observation of the rain soaked wolf had caused him to be aware of his own wet pelt which was slick and cold against his body. He slowly took a seat beside Caesar and bowed his nape downward, shaking the wetness of his pelt into the ground.


As he returned to his former and natural stature he was suddenly caught by Caesar's prying question and intense gaze. Allowing silence to settle between them for a moment Deteste returned an earnest and thoughtful gaze to the cold cerulean eyes that watched him. He did not intend to lie to Caesar and understood the inquiry as based on curiosity and disbelief of Deteste's tolerance for the weather. Rather than lie or reveal unintended information, the Sol chose to respond to the question with a personal affect. I am not afraid of the rain. He spoke simply, wondering what the statement might draw from Caesar.