"It seemed like there was something on your mind. Something important?" For a moment he would consider confessing his problems, but he would refrain. Sure, he could tell her all about Twig and his confusion, but what good would it do right now? He would bite his toungue to drown out the confessions lurking below his surface, and luckily for him Chrysanthe would begin on a new topic, which gave him an excuse to drop it. Hopefully she wouldn't dwell on the thought much longer.
"I don't know - I thought I would lead my father's pack forever, as silly as that sounds." Her words would crease his smile wider, he thought it was adorable how she wanted to live her fathers legacy forever. He believed she could do it, all she would need was time to heal and regain her strength. "I thought Gerhardt would always be Seracia's alpha, as silly as that sounds." He would chuckle lightly as he made a remark about his own home, which had changed leadership four times now since he had joined seasons ago. It was odd how quickly leadership within a pack could change, and it was always a struggle to get comfortable with the sudden alteration.
"They are together now - on Nephilim. "I... think they'll stay together, whether under the banner of Valhalla or not I'm not sure." She would motion toward the island far off the coast, and his gaze would follow so that he could observe. He had only been on an island a dozen or so times, and wasn't exactly familiar with the foreign terrain. He preferred the mainland anyway, despite how many enemy's lived there. "I don't doubt their capabilities. Valhalla will rise again. It just takes time." Someone would recreate Valhalla, he was positive of it. They were too close to fall apart over losing their territory. They could always reestablish it again somewhere else, and surly, they would. "Who would be capable enough to lead?" He was curious to know who within the pack was strong enough to rise as an alpha. Perhaps it would be one of her siblings, or maybe a new face would rise to power? Only time could tell.
"I will follow them, I'm sure. But maybe not forever." He would nod in acknowledgement, his own loyalty toward his home spilling into his mind. He too was considering leaving Seracia, not only because he was overly bored there, but because he didn't seem to fit in as he once had. Gerhardt had disappeared, and he hadn't seen Maverick in a long time either -what else did he have there besides his dwindling family? And Gideon... "I've always wanted a family, I thought Nephilm would be where I started one." His head would turn more toward hers, a warm smile played across his features. The word family easily brought a smile to his face, as he too was a family man. He had been wanting a family for a very long time as well, but now that he was older it seemed his chances were wasting away. Chrysanthe was still young, he... he was reaching six years old come winter. "I was hoping I'd find a girl and start a family when I came to Seracia... Obviously it didn't happen though." He would admit weakly, a feeble laugh following his words. If only his expectations would have been met.
Her gaze would drop toward the earth, and Themisto would cock his head in confusion, his gaze hovering above hers until they met again. "Gideon's missing, I don't think he's coming back this time." Audits would pin as his gaze finally fell toward his paws, a sigh leaving his cracked lips. Gideon was family, and he loved his cousin dearly, only he knew from the moment he discovered their relationship their marriage had been a bad decision. Gideon wasn't a man to hold down, he was a free spirit, and not even the love of a good woman could anchor him. And now Chrysanthe was suffering because of it. "I'm sorry..." In all honesty he didn't know what to say to her, especially since he secretly wanted her to himself. But still, Gideon was family, and he had always respected their boundaries. "Sometimes you have to let something you love go so that it may have the option to return to you- and if it doesn't, than you know it wasn't meant to be." He probably sounded cheesy, but it was the truth. Gideon was a wanderer, but perhaps he would return to her in time. Though by then, Chrysanthe may have moved on. "He's the one who's missing out on something great..." He would murmur weakly, his warm gaze lifting so that it could meet hers should she look up at him.
"Speech"
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