ardent

Whose bed have your boots been under?



Epiphron

Somnium

age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
598

The Ooze Participant
03-11-2013, 03:10 PM




It was strange to meet another who spoke of their pack with such pride. Epiphron briefly wondered whether Maverick?s pack really was as great as Seracia; it surely was a smaller group, but that didn?t mean it was any less great. Luckily, they had not gotten into an argument about whose home pack was better, for that would never end well. Epiphron herself was simply content to get to know Maverick, comfortable in the fact that she was more than likely hours away from any of her family. None of her siblings would spontaneously arrive to steal this male?s attention away from her.

As Maverick began to explain what Seracia was like, Epiphron bowed her head and redirected her eyes to the stream they still stood in, watching their reflections dance and sparkle as the sun?s rays hit the surface of the water. She watched a smile spread over her features as he replied that he, too, had a slightly domineering father. At least someone else, outside of her family, understood the pressure. It was not entirely awful being forced into the position as an Adravendi child, and she hadn?t failed her family yet. But still, she felt as though she had to constantly strive for more, to be better ? there was very little room to slip and falter, and those rare moments tended to happen around her siblings and few others.

And those were the ones she was being held up against ? they weren?t quite openly competitive per say, but if Epiphron was ever compared to anyone, it would be her siblings. The very ones she strove to be better than; she wanted the eyes of the pack to fixate on her more often than the others. Perhaps it was a selfish thought, but she?d been raised to want that. She?d been born knowing she was special, and had simply convinced herself that she might be slightly more so than the other children. Perhaps she ought to contain herself a bit more around them. They were no longer children, though surely siblings were fated to bicker and fight and play.

But Maverick?s voice pulled her back to reality, and for that she was thankful. ?My father will hardly notice I?m missing. I?m one of a litter of four, but Father has three other adopted children to deal with.? It was a noble thing for him to do, for sure, but her voice wavered slightly as she spoke of her adopted siblings. She?d always enjoyed the company of Collision and Preston, but Neo was turning into a royal pain in the ass, as far as she was concerned. That wasn?t to say that Cairo wouldn?t be worried for his yearlings, knowing they had wandered off so far, but he surely trusted their judgment enough to not be too upset.

Maverick went on about knowing the lands the volcano had ruined, which caused her attention to turn back to him quickly. It was strange that she had lived so close to Maverick, and possibly the Seracia pack, and they had never met. He then explained that his parents had? died, perhaps? ... saving Maverick and his siblings. Sympathy unsurprisingly crossed her pretty face, and she let her eyes lock with his for a moment. She could sympathize, as she had lost her mother when she was quite young, but for now she bit her tongue. She?d never mourned for her death, for she had been far too young, but there was forever a bit of sadness she kept locked inside. Grief wasn?t something she knew how to process, let alone express.

?Sorry to hear that,? she said softly, though it was obvious he was not growing upset in speaking of it. ?But at least you made it out alive and in one piece. Would be a shame to ruin such a cute face.? And this was flirting, accompanied by a coy smile. It came more naturally than she would?ve expected, but she was being genuine too. Maverick was a handsome male, and the perfect age for her too.

With that she started to wade down the stream, assuming he would follow alongside her. It would only be comfortable to stand in the same place and talk for so long, and he figured moving might ease an awkwardness that had the potential to creep into the conversation.