a special kind of crazy

*Aryn* · 11-24-2020, 04:05 PM

While Tyrian was thinking about the value of having the daughter of an alpha in his pocket, Aryn was wondering exactly how dishonest it was to avoid the truth of the situation where the weight of her 'favor' was to mean a lot less when in a short few weeks Lirim might cease to exist. How much could she offer him a month from now as a mere unranked nobody in Valhalla? Her lips turned downwards momentarily as she thought on it, though her attention gravitated back towards him when Tyrian posed his questions. "As soon as possible." She confirmed. There was no time to return home, every minute lost was another minute her mother and brother were held against their will.

His second question brought her pause and the surprise was clear on her face as she studied him to determine whether he was making fun of her again. "Uhm." Aryn stuttered, flustered. "I don't know - would that make it easier for you?" To cram as much knowledge in as possible was her goal, and she supposed Tyrian had responsibilities beyond training some random non-pack member so if staying in Fireside was more convenient, she'd take the blow. It would worry her father to be gone long, but if she wasn't being held against her will she could always make the trip back to assure him she was still alive. She spent a lot of time out of territory anyways.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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