decompressing

Aryn was lost in her daydreams and with a mind so far away that the approach of the man slipped past her notice. Were his words louder and without the gentle warmth of concern she might have been startled alert, a reaction the yearling would have shamed herself for having. The soothing tone complimented her daydream and embellished it rather then broke it, and it took a few more moments before Aryn realized someone was actually speaking to her.

A few rapid blinks of her sharp pink eyes brought her back, her head turning toward where she thought the sound had come from if it was in fact a real voice. There beside her were legs - tall, muscled, charcoal legs - and Aryn had to tilt her head back high to look into his blood-red eyes. "Oh!" She peeped meekly, a hot flush blooming in her cheeks. She must look so apathetic, laying there by the water and ignoring the concerned approach of a gentleman. To her credit she remembered to attempt to be graceful as she stood to greet him appropriately face to face.

Blowing out a soft exhale she attempted to bring back her liveliness, and to prove to him that she was indeed well she gave him a gentle reassuring smile. "I'm fine, really. Just a bit overwhelmed by it all." Lirim had never held such large events and their pack was a rather small, cozy size. Aryn didn't think she'd ever seen so many wolves in her young life. Rather suddenly it had occurred to her that this man too, she'd never been introduced to. "Pardon my manners, Sir. I'm Aryn Valentine, of Lirim."