What Hurts The Most
07-10-2013, 01:06 PM
Meili chuckled as her big man puffed up proudly at his new nickname. Maybe she would keep it after all. He seemed to enjoy it enough anyway. She returned his shrug, not really knowing what to do either. She did think it was adorable that he didn't want to leave her side though, especially since she didn't want to leave his either. They had crash landed into this strange situation of mutually liking each other. She had no idea how it was even possible to care so deeply for someone she hadn't even known a month. She had always thought she would be the type to maybe find a pack or another loner that she could partner up with, slowly develop a friendship, maybe grow that into something more. Instead, she had almost seemed to have fallen in love at first sight, and had fallen hard A little hateful voice in the back of her mind told her things could change. He was so young, he had plenty of time to find someone he liked more than her. She pushed that voice away, even though she knew that was the reality she was living in now. Even if their feeling did change, she didn't care. She was going to enjoy this time with him and take advantage of every minute that he still felt this way about her. Pulling herself out of her own thoughts, she replied, "I'd ususally wander too. It's about all there is to do as a loner." She smiled that now ever present smile and licked his nose playfully. It was so easy to smile and be happy around him. "How about we wander together then? See what we can find?" She turned and led the way around the edge of the lake, her pace a steady, comfortable walk. They had nowhere to go, nowhere to be. The made their way around the shore of the lake, just enjoying the lovely day. They walked in silence for a while, Meili looking around at the area, watching dragonflies dance across the water and the wind sway the trees and grass around them. She glanced over across the lake, spotting the huge tree she had hid under the night before, trying to escape the storm. The events of the night before flashed through her head dampening her mood. She hated the fact that she had lost her memories, but part of her wished she could erase the sight of her man broken on the shore of the lake from her memories. It was so heart wrenching to see him like that and every time it passed through her head she wanted to hold him and care for him. She quickly turned her thoughts to something more happy, trying to not brood so much on her thoughts. "I'm excited about going to Valhalla," she told him, turning her teal gaze to meet his. "Nervous, but excited. "Speech." |