These insanities.
04-01-2014, 02:03 AM
He stood, almost rigged a few paces from the lake after his call. He could still feel the tension racing up his legs locking them in place as he looked out across the plane and waited for the wolf he had called for. He hadn't even thought of the duties a healer might still need to face a couple days after a traumatic event, and if he had he would never have wasted this wolfs time with his burning desire and need, it was emotional after all and a healers work was physical. He was surprised when the older wolf bowed his head in respect to Alpine, shocked even that he, who had failed Erion through his own lack of knowledge would receive a sign of respect from the father. His eyes wanted to downcast now, but he refused to allow them, instead locking them onto Friction who came before him. Alpine's own head would lower, unable to see this higher ranking wolf lower his head to him and Alpine not return it in kind. Herbs would drop from his jaw and Alpine would wonder if he had intruded upon this man well he was busy, a sigh would lower his stomach at the thought. It would seem Alpine would always get it wrong when it came to healers and healing. How he desperately wished to find this knowledge that he had never held but always seemed to need, how he wished he could finally get it right. ?Everything's fine, I'm sorry if I interrupted anything, I suppose what I ask isn't essential but its something that feels very important to me. I want to learn your art, to understand some of it if even just the rudimentary parts. I want to be able to.. to help.? he looked at the other with raw, silver eyes, begging him to see and understand his need and helplessness. If he didn't feel so terrible he could almost laugh at the situation, as Alpine taught his son, the father might in turn teach him. "Speech" |