Radiant

Walk | Talk | Think

He did not attempt to invade her space, but neither had the last male to make her acquaintance at first. He had been biding his time, coaxing her guard down until he had seen enough of an opening to rush into his plans, and it was really only by luck alone that she had managed to get away. Whatever had stopped him was still entirely a mystery to her, but one that she had welcomed completely. It had been made a warning to her not to trust so easily while outside of her pack's borders, knowing now wholeheartedly what lurked beyond. So though the male was not venturing closer, she didn't quite relax on the inside, attempting to keep her thoughts ahead of his and her life safely under her control.

The male's tone as he answered her sounded quite sincere, convincing Tahlia that what he said he actually felt and was not merely meant as a means of forming some sort of comfort. He was mesmerized by the stars, did prefer their light to that of the moon, and obviously held some sort of odd affinity to the night sky. It was perplexing, really, though the russet and black she-wolf was not inclined to give it much more thought than that. Eccentricities of strangers were not so very important to her, at least so long as they remained strangers. Her true interest lay mostly with her pack and the acquaintances she was to have there.

But even she could not feign appreciation and approval when he introduced himself with the utmost etiquette, revealing ties that involved a sense of propriety and decorum. "A pleasure," she answered with a surprised yet favorable smile, hoping that this little hint at a proper upbringing at least meant his company would be worthwhile and enjoyable and not harmful to her future. His words rolled once around her mind - still in his peculiar voice - before she chose to comment on them further. "You say stars bring hope?" the multicolored wolf asked with apparent curiosity, forgetting for the moment the colorfully lit cavern and the fact that the light would not stay this way for long. Instead she pondered of her own teachings of hope, of brightness, and could only reflect on the sun. Dawn brought renewal, spring and summer brought change and new life. A sudden thought struck her, and thinking she may have broken the secret, she ventured to ask, "Is it the wishes made on them, perhaps?" How silly that she should actually find herself engrossed in a conversation about nothing more than stars. Perhaps she was in more need of company than she realized.