the thrill of the hunt

As Liste lay resting after her encounter, her mind wandered. It wandered to thoughts of her mother teaching her to fight, and it wandered to Angeal, wondering what he was doing while she was out in the middle of the night. Probably sleeping of course. He would've been proud to see what she had accomplished, but he never would've doubted that she could do it in the first place. He had seen something in her that she hadn't seen in herself, and it was going to take a lot to make her truly believe in what he did.



Suddenly a voice, accompanied by a gentle nudge, caused her to stir. It was familiar, one she had heard quite recently. Aria, the Borealis. Liste opened first one eye, then the other, and smiled gently at the female. Good evening, Aria. She rose carefully to stand as she spoke, wincing slightly at the twinges of pain in her underside and paw. After a little bit of rest, they weren't quite as bad as she had anticipated, just a little sore. She suddenly had the thought that the beta might frown upon her choice to endure this fight without looking for assistance and she quickly spoke to explain herself. I was going to come get someone in the morning... I probably should've gotten help before, but I didn't want to lose track of it.



She flushed, embarrassed at how she stumbled over her words once again. That seemed to be a problem of hers these days. She shook her head, making a quick recovery from her humiliation, and grinned at Aria. He had no idea what was coming to him.