Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-20-2021, 06:07 PM
It was impossible for him to miss the way she slunk along behind him with her head hung like she'd been defeated by some imaginary force. It was harder to miss still how she deliberately avoided eye contact with him. She seemed almost... ashamed of herself. But that was stupid; what did she have to be ashamed of? Shame was a fickle and fake emotion that could only be put onto you by the expectations of others. No one was judging her save for maybe herself. Alastor wasn't a mind reader, after all. But it was growing tiresome to see this otherwise capable young woman put herself down over and over again. Or maybe it was just the fatigue from the day's travels that had her quiet and dour. Really, it was no concern of his. He didn't even have a reason to continue to help her out other than sheer absolute boredom and the fact that they just so happened to be heading in the same direction. Lucky happenstance as it were.
When he asked for her appraisal of their sleeping arrangements, the skittish fae simply deemed it as acceptable and then rushed in past him to push herself into the furthest corner and make herself as small as possible. Okay, now that was weird... But whatever. Alastor dropped the elk carcass towards the back of the den; he wouldn't keep it right by the entrance and make it easy for scavengers to take it. If they wanted an easy meal, they'd have to fight him for it first. Alastor then unslung the elk hides from off his back and stepped over to where Sera lay, tossing one of the pelts over her back as a makeshift blanket. "Good night, Sera," he replied while meandering his way back to take a spot closer to the entrance so he could also stand guard. He had heard her call him Alice this time for sure, and while strange, he wasn't going to start that conversation with her when she was exhausted. They had plenty of time to talk tomorrow if she wished it.
Covering most of his massive body with the other pelt, Alastor lay his head on black paws and stared out the entrance at the dark night. Sometime during his guarding, Alastor closed his eyes and let himself begin to relax, waiting to listen to the telltale signs of Sera sleeping before he dared let himself go to sleep as well. Call him paranoid, but he refused to be the first to fall asleep and let anyone get an upper hand on jumping him in the night.
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