storm on the horizon

*Sota* · 06-13-2019, 06:31 AM

Her greeting earned a gentle smile, and his ears flicked attentively at the top of his head. "My friends call me Sota," he offered after a moment, deciding that even if friendship wasn't something obtainable that she had already earned a fair bit of his respect from helping guide him here at all out of the storm. "My home?" He repeated, wondering just how to explain Auster to someone that had not visited. It was all he had ever known - making it difficult to really describe it. "It's not much different than here, though the climate is a bit... milder," he settled on describing it that way, his soft smile hardly wavering. "And it's.. less inhabited. Quieter." He'd been born long after the sandbridge had emerged from the sea, connecting Auster to the continent to the north... and he'd heard tales of the giants that lived in these parts since he was young, even hearing rumors about them trickling into his beloved home.

Somehow he'd ended up here, though admittedly he was very grateful that he wasn't stuck in a hole with someone much bigger than himself. She explained she'd ended up far from home as well, and she wasn't sure if she'd make it back. Showing anything like pity was something that had been ingrained in him as being of poor taste. Lessening anyone's dignity wasn't kosher - and so despite the ache that gripped his heart at her words, he merely nodded in understanding. "I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever make it back home either," he commented, as conversationally as he could muster. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd follow Balsam to the ends of the earth, and he would likely follow Velvette just the same. Perhaps this was his life now... though that really wasn't such a bad thing, was it?

He was caught off guard by the way she pressed herself to him when the wind picked up in intensity, and his ears flattened against his skull. Physical contact wasn't something he was used to, at least not of this sort... he was used to chasing his friends through the treetops and seeing who could climb the highest, and in playing swift games of tag. Even with Balsalm, his closest friend, he'd never been overly affectionate... and he couldn't remember his parents bestowing upon him much more than the minimal amount of physical affection necessary. His eyes widened, almost dramatically, but he quickly shook his head in response to her apology. "No- no apology needed," he assured her quickly, not moving away from her. He wasn't uncomfortable, persay, this was just... different, and the brief contact left him feeling as though his heart was racing a bit faster in his chest.

He let the silence settle over them, moving to shrink down to his stomach, still not far from Eris. Her question was a welcome distraction from the sudden awkwardness he felt gripping him tight. "I always lived further inland, but I remember some bad sea-storms," he admittedly, his voice somewhat wistful as if pulling memories from his childhood. "We were near the sea once when a bad storm rolled in. The waves were so high - almost as tall as the tallest trees I'd ever seen," he breathed, his lips quirking into a grin again. They'd been terrifying, and made him feel even more minuscule than any of the wolves in Boreas possibly could. "What about you?

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