Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-17-2021, 11:39 PM
Disappointment did not paint Alastor's visage, but concern definitely did. It was a shade not usually worn by the dire wolf who typically held little regard for the wellbeing of others. But there was something about young Sera that tweaked at something cold and dead inside him. The reactions, the expressions she wore, they all seemed so painfully familiar and yet so distant. He furrowed his brow when she insisted she was fine, despite still not making eye contact with him and looking like she was about to vomit at any second. Those reactions had only happened when he came closer to her, so as an experiment, Alastor took a few slow steps further away from her, back towards the elk carcass to see how she would react.
He followed her gesture to their kill when she teased him—weakly mind you—about how much he could eat. While his stomach growled for his attention, he had something else on his mind than the feast they'd just captured. "Are you sure you're okay?" he pressed ever so carefully, looking up to the unusual array of scales she wore on her crown. "That fall didn't look too pleasant. I'm no healer, but I can take a look at it for you." She would steadfastly refuse, of that he was certain. But something about this little fae stirred something in the back of his mind. It was that expression on her face. Where had he seen that before...?
"Speech" | Thoughts
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