Far From Home

Quote:Scipio's charming smile was not entirely lost to her as she averted her dark brown eyes once more, grateful she had been able to make him smile when he was missing his family but still too shy and awkward in such touching social situations to meet his blue gaze for longer than a second. It was partially by habit that she did this, the caution ingrained in her since youth. Meeting the eyes of someone who thought themselves above you was a dangerous feat, and often times was seen as a challenge rather than a mere attempt at reading what could be read there. A part of her knew without a doubt there was nothing to fear here, that Scipio was just another kind gentleman keeping a lonely young wolf company as he searched for his missing family, but still it was difficult for her to look at him when she knew his attention to be upon her. Not only was it easier to assure him that she meant no threat, but it was also easier to hide her own insecurities this way as well.

So when he had spoken and let the silence fall between them, remaining contemplatively quiet for a moment as Mercianne continued to stare downward at the ground between them, biding her time, when she finally did build up the nerve to look at him she was surprised to find him staring at her. His gentle blue eyes were accompanied with a smile, the whole look about him was patient and kind and not the least bit provoking. Shocked, she found herself captured in the stare of those eyes, unable to look away now that she had been caught looking at him. It was as if he had been waiting for that moment, the way he looked at her, as if it had been his plan all along to trick her into meeting his gaze at long last while she otherwise might have merely stolen little glances when she thought him unaware.

Embarrassed, the white wolf ducked her ears and head a little toward her chest, a rueful smile stealing across her face as she averted her dark eyes and chuckled nervously and quietly to herself. He was too smart for her, it seemed, too quick to catch on to the little idiosyncrasies that she possessed, and she couldn't yet tell whether she considered that a good thing or not. Unnerving, yes, but bad?

In a desperate attempt to shift the conversation, or at least the silent one that had just transpired, she made herself speak, voicing aloud the first thought that came to mind. "It's going to be dark soon," she commented, unsure where to take the comment now that she had stated it. It was true, nonetheless. The sunlight would soon die within the sky, leaving the night and the moon to claim their rightful places. And then she would need to travel by their faint light all the way back to the Glaciem's territory to sleep safely and soundly within their protective borders. It was going to be a long walk, she knew. Maybe it was best she brought up the hour to remind them both of it, in case Scipio happened to have somewhere to be as well.

-- mercianne

OOC: Sorry for the wait! D: