Let The Walls Fall Down
04-07-2014, 12:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2014, 12:51 PM by Dayton.)
The boy had paddled his way out of the water and was now sitting down to clean his pelt. Before his pink tongue could meet fur, however, a soft female voice met his ears. Its shy tone was quite familiar to him. Was it Misha? His head turned to examine the girl with his tongue still poking past his lips. As soon as the cooling air began to dry its pink tip, however, he realized it was still there and pulled it back into his mouth. He must have looked pretty silly standing there like that. Dayton chuckled lightly in spite of himself. Smooth indeed. "Yeah..." he murmured, his voice already loosening up, speech casual and free. It was easy to be himself with Misha, the two wolves were so similar. "That was my bad. I shouldn't have been moving so fast across those rocks... they're very slippery..." It was at this point that Dayton let his words trail away. He went silent with surprise. The petite, reddish brown maiden had come to sit at his side. The boy thought back to their first meeting on the beach, when a simple advance of two inches was enough to make her flee several feet away. Where was this comfortable companionship coming from? Where had her endearing shyness gone? Dayton had to admit he didn't miss it much. Now they could really talk to each other. "How are you adjusting here? Is Tortuga the home you were hoping for?" Walk. "Talk." Think. |