flowers where your face should be
03-22-2021, 05:40 PM
There was no real greeting as Theory approached, but truthfully Thalia appreciated that. She wasn't one for small talk - not that she was really good with conversation in general, at least not around wolves she wasn't completely comfortable with - and she was happy to forego pleasantries to answer a question, albeit one that caught her slightly off-guard. Did she miss home? Of course she did. How could she not? Theory quickly clarified what shed meant - Auster. Thalia let out a sigh as she leaned into her, thinking carefully. Around the other woman she found herself speaking more easily but words still never came as easily to her as it seemed they did to most wolves.
"Sometimes," she admitted tentatively. "I have fond memories of Auster, and the castle we lived in. It reminds me of my siblings, and my parents." Her parents had left after the volcano's explosion, before they'd moved to Boreas, but still that move seemed to solidify a certain change in her life. It was a necessary change but a change nonetheless, something she struggled with. "I'm not really good with change. Of any kind," she admitted cautiously. Was it dangerous to admit her weaknesses so brazenly to Theory? She hoped not - the way Theory laid her paws down on her paws made her forget all about those worries, if but for a moment.
"So... I find myself quite attached to the actual place I'm living. But the people definitely matter more than the actual place, I agree." Thalia agreed with that sentiment. Already she was finding it less and less difficult to imagine living here for an extended period of time... but why? For what purpose? There was more to life than mere pleasure and yet that was all she'd been thinking about lately. Stealing quiet moments like this away with Theory, and merely enduring all the rest, doing what had to be done to better integrate into the pack. Not that she was doing a terribly great job. "It does feel like winter is lingering too long. Surely spring is just around the corner?" She wasn't as used to this cold as Theory was, she suspected; her childhood in Auster had been devoid of this kind of cold and she was still adjusting to it, though hoped it'd begin to fade soon.
"Sometimes," she admitted tentatively. "I have fond memories of Auster, and the castle we lived in. It reminds me of my siblings, and my parents." Her parents had left after the volcano's explosion, before they'd moved to Boreas, but still that move seemed to solidify a certain change in her life. It was a necessary change but a change nonetheless, something she struggled with. "I'm not really good with change. Of any kind," she admitted cautiously. Was it dangerous to admit her weaknesses so brazenly to Theory? She hoped not - the way Theory laid her paws down on her paws made her forget all about those worries, if but for a moment.
"So... I find myself quite attached to the actual place I'm living. But the people definitely matter more than the actual place, I agree." Thalia agreed with that sentiment. Already she was finding it less and less difficult to imagine living here for an extended period of time... but why? For what purpose? There was more to life than mere pleasure and yet that was all she'd been thinking about lately. Stealing quiet moments like this away with Theory, and merely enduring all the rest, doing what had to be done to better integrate into the pack. Not that she was doing a terribly great job. "It does feel like winter is lingering too long. Surely spring is just around the corner?" She wasn't as used to this cold as Theory was, she suspected; her childhood in Auster had been devoid of this kind of cold and she was still adjusting to it, though hoped it'd begin to fade soon.
