Lets Walk

Haydée watches the way the corners of Eltrys’s eyes crinkle in warmth and her breath gets stuck in her throat for a moment as she realizes once again, just how handsome he is. Soft steps carry her toward him and she plucks the autumnal flower to place behind her ear before stepping up beside him to follow where he wishes to lead her. Calmness radiates off the man and she longs to do something to shock him just so she can see that stoic demeanor fall for a moment into something more… attainable.

Right now, Eltrys seems too good for this world, too good for her; almost as if he is some statue that might break at the slightest touch. As they move, her side lightly brushes against his leg and the touch leaves her tingling in its wake while a blush slowly creeps up her cheeks. While he only eyes for her, the smaller woman’s gaze is a humming bird, flitting from here to there and never really alighting on anything for too long. Her stamina is not what it used to be and that becomes apparent the longer they walk.

Still, not one to give up easily, Haydée keeps pace with Eltrys, eagerly drinking in the news that he offers and pulling her emerald eyes up to where his warm gaze greets her. Stomach flip-flops as a smile pulls at her lips and her brows lift at the news of him meeting a girl from his homeland and worry slices through her mind for a minute as she wonders if he will leave Polaris to go chase after those who hail from the same home. At the news of Alexa the smile brightens and she nods in agreement about the girl’s brother Copper.

His voice falls away and she finds herself wishing to hear more of… anything and, while it is taking a lot of effort to just keep placing one paw in front of another, Haydée voice lifts to break the silence that has fallen, “How is Saga doing? How are you doing?” Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Fear of an answer she does not want to hear seals the last questions behind her lips but she gazes up at him with concern.

Sure, he has been doing all these things but that doesn’t mean he is emotionally well… not that she is one to talk. Yet, even in her depression, Haydée cannot help and look over him with a critical eye, still seeking to take care of those she loves during her own, trying times.


"Haydée Kedieo"