The stars in your eyes
Emersyn
06-02-2021, 02:15 PM
While they walked together, Segin pausing every now and then to uproot a flower while Emersyn hung along the bank, the purple male began to explain what he wanted the dandelions for. It made sense, given he was a healer—hell, everyone in this pack seemed to be a healer—and would make the most use out of what she would have just called a weed. She knew the treatments for Indigo had taken a lot of supplies and medicine to complete, so restocking their stores of herbs seemed like the logical choice. He was just so damn happy about going flower picking, it was enough to make Em shoot a bewildered look his way when his back was turned. All the brutes she'd ever known had been the macho burly types that lived only to fight and fuck, but Segin was... something entirely different. She didn't exactly know how to treat him or handle his exorbitant enthusiasm for life. How did he just always seem so damn happy?
There was a long silence between them while Segin picked his dandelions, Em taking the time to survey the plains and trees around them, the warm summer sun beating down on them. There were no other wolves around, but that didn't mean she could let her guard down. Doing so would mean she was vulnerable, and if she was vulnerable she could be attacked again... or worse... She swallowed back bile rising in her throat as she forced the memories back into the dark box they had been stuffed into. Segin was talking again, and Em realized she hadn't been paying attention to her companion. "Yeah, you could say that," she replied when he asked if she was a fighter, then just let him run on. A curious brow raised to his admission of feeling guilt over not helping out the band, as he called it. So that's what the motley crew was going by... Emersyn smirked; it was fitting. A purple band of four nomads.
Segin grinned back at her and happily decreed that she was the second fighter in their group, and Em froze on the spot, fixing him with conflicted and pained eyes. She wanted to tell him that she wasn't part of their band. That she didn't fit in with them and that she would just be a danger to them all. She was still planning on leaving on her own as soon as her paw was mended, but she hadn't told anyone but Indy that. A lump formed in her throat that she couldn't quite swallow past, unable to agree with him but likewise unable to ruin his mood. She forced a little smile and gave a weak nod of her head, hoping he would let the topic drop. She couldn't be part of them. She'd get them all killed.
"You don't need to feel bad, y'know. I've seen the way Indigo smiles when you're around. You're contributing in your own way," she said after taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "Sometimes the things you contribute aren't physical, and they're just as valuable as goods and supplies." It was weak advice at best, and she knew it. She was the least qualified wolf to give talks on emotional support and stability when she hadn't had that for over three quarters of her existence. But something about Segin's personality just made her want to protect him, shield that happiness from the world that might try to take it away.
