Broken Dreams
09-22-2013, 11:19 AM
His chuckle relaxed her slightly, managed to get her to focus just a bit more on the brute in front of her opposed to the various looming problems that Valhalla had on their hands. She wished that she had more information, more intel on what Glaciem even wanted in the first place. Had all of this really been about a girl? About Liberty? No longer was she thinking about her loss to the dark woman, but the challenge as a whole, the strange new ice pack was doing things strangely, not at all the way a newer pack in Alacritia normally went about things. Were they that strong? Had they made bonds with other packs that she didn't know about?
It was all up in the air.
"Liberty and Isardis met, and she was bold - too bold. Enough to catch his attention. As long as I have her, even while they have Gideon - I don't believe this will end." She would never forget the insults that the bastard had spit at the girl. But it also worried her - that because of one member, that the rest of the pack could be met with such unrest. Tactically she may not be making the right choice - and surely there would be some members that saw the fault and be upset with it.
His attempt to ease the air was sweet, and appreciating the gesture she smiled somewhat - but she couldn't respond, only pull her eyes away from his own. She was not so sure she would be much of an opponent - this pack seemed more war ready, stronger individually when it came to battle. It was tempting to lean on the brute, to take his subtle offering of support as he glanced at her wound - but she had to hold herself together without it. Gideon wasn't here, she didn't have time to feel sorry for herself.
Even so, she couldn't help but expect some sort of disapproval from Themisto after she told him that Gideon had been stolen. That he would be worried about his family and regret letting a beloved part of it stay here in Valhalla in the first place. Looking back up at him, she saw the light that she had thought to be endless both flash and wither in his eyes. He was angry - an emotion that she never thought she would see so thoroughly on the healer's face. It was then that she realized that the Matthias family and the Adravendi had gotten along this way for a reason.
They were both insanely dedicated to their families.
"As soon as I can - perhaps before my wounds heal. I don't know their plans for him, or if they're done with Valhalla, but I have to try." She knew that he would do the same for her - tirelessly. "I'm sorry Themisto, I should have been able to protect him." She had her chance, and she let it slip out of her grasp. "Thank you for your support." It lifted a bit of the pressure, to know that she could depend on him. She had he and Azalea right now, she had yet to explain the ordeal to Valhalla. But they would know soon enough.
It was all up in the air.
"Liberty and Isardis met, and she was bold - too bold. Enough to catch his attention. As long as I have her, even while they have Gideon - I don't believe this will end." She would never forget the insults that the bastard had spit at the girl. But it also worried her - that because of one member, that the rest of the pack could be met with such unrest. Tactically she may not be making the right choice - and surely there would be some members that saw the fault and be upset with it.
His attempt to ease the air was sweet, and appreciating the gesture she smiled somewhat - but she couldn't respond, only pull her eyes away from his own. She was not so sure she would be much of an opponent - this pack seemed more war ready, stronger individually when it came to battle. It was tempting to lean on the brute, to take his subtle offering of support as he glanced at her wound - but she had to hold herself together without it. Gideon wasn't here, she didn't have time to feel sorry for herself.
Even so, she couldn't help but expect some sort of disapproval from Themisto after she told him that Gideon had been stolen. That he would be worried about his family and regret letting a beloved part of it stay here in Valhalla in the first place. Looking back up at him, she saw the light that she had thought to be endless both flash and wither in his eyes. He was angry - an emotion that she never thought she would see so thoroughly on the healer's face. It was then that she realized that the Matthias family and the Adravendi had gotten along this way for a reason.
They were both insanely dedicated to their families.
"As soon as I can - perhaps before my wounds heal. I don't know their plans for him, or if they're done with Valhalla, but I have to try." She knew that he would do the same for her - tirelessly. "I'm sorry Themisto, I should have been able to protect him." She had her chance, and she let it slip out of her grasp. "Thank you for your support." It lifted a bit of the pressure, to know that she could depend on him. She had he and Azalea right now, she had yet to explain the ordeal to Valhalla. But they would know soon enough.