A Drop in the Ocean

*Raisa* · 03-09-2014, 06:31 PM

Raisa watched as a half dozen emotions played across the auburn man's features. Confusion, comprehension, apprehension, awe... It all pointed to one thing and Raisa's heart sank. They had been having such a nice afternoon, too. As of late, all the terribly scarred wolves she'd come across had been somehow linked to her homeland, surely he would be no different. She tried not to let the disappointment show on her face. Her companion might very well have just become her enemy, and gods only knew she was in no mood for a fight. She took one hesitant step backwards, towards the shore, waiting for him to lunge. Instead, he just murmured his name. His first calling stirred no memory, but the surname was familiar. A small family, a coastal clan, claiming no notable rank in the court. They were common folk, more often than not, and she had not seen much of them in the noble territories. Yet here he was, before her, and oh so much had changed. Strangely enough, though she knew for a fact that the Seaborns had waged against the Xanilovs, he did not lunge or show an ounce of aggression. Raisa blinked at him, still tense, waiting. The silence between them grew stretched and awkward, and finally she felt she must break it. "Is that where you got your scars from, then?" Her voice was soft, yet carried an edge. Her unease was certainly palpable, both to the ears and eyes. "The night when everything changed?" He had seemed like such a gentleman too...

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