Stirring Shadows [Drachen]

He studied the runes in front of him intently as Aurielle taught him each one and their meaning and the combinations that they were to be put together. He frowned slightly in the beginning, his light colored brows coming together in his focus and his blue gaze flicking between the runes and the Spirit's face as she explained them. Slowly he began to grasp the concept, the Vaekhal male had always been a fast learner and his stern expression slowly became more relaxed. After that, it was time to begin the actual hard part, the writing. The Spirit had him first begin drawing shapes instead of the script so that he could practice his technique. Drachen first tried to just use his toes to to hold the charcoal but after a few times of the writing utensil slipping out of his grasp he soon just picked the charcoal in his mouth so that, much like the woman sitting across from him, the charcoal stick was held between his incisors surprisingly delicately. Then with that figured out, Drachen began to draw the shapes that he was instructed to draw, the images extremely unsteady at first but visibly getting better with each try. And for many minutes after Drachen continued his studies determinedly and diligently, occasionally stopping while his deep blue eyes flickered between his work and the original. It certainly needed more work but the visible improvement spurred on his confidence and soon he was engrossed in his lesson once more.

It was about thirty minutes later when the black and tan male paused, his attention obviously shifting from his lesson to something else as his eyes unfocused on the parchment in front of him, all the while his charcoal stick was still held between his teeth. Several breaths later the man blinked and almost abruptly put his charcoal down and sat up straight and settled his oceanic blue eyes on Aurielle. His expression settled into a more serious look as he studied for face for a moment longer before he spoke his mind "I would like to stay" he rumbled in his quiet tones, his voice soft spoken but confident. "I would like to join Valhalla's ranks, if you would have me." Drachen tried again, gentler this time as he realized his tone could have come off as a demand and not a request as he had intended. His dark ears fell back to his skull to show that he had not meant to come off as rude before they lifted once more and shifted upright on  his skull as he waited for the Spirit's response. He sat nearly as still as a statue as he watched her face, trying to read whatever expression that might pass over her glowing face in an attempt to keep the sudden nervousness from peeking out from under his calm but slightly ridged exterior.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think