A breeze drifted through carrying the scent of juniper with it. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the clear, sharp scent. Warja held her breath, letting the seconds tick by and the slightly bitter feel of juniper settle on the back of her tongue as she thought of a response. Her natural inclination was to burst, sending out scattered, frenzied energy in every direction for a solution to the hinted at problem. Perhaps her efforts to contain herself were a sign that she was beginning to mature, but for now it was all effort and no real progress. At least Warja recognized that the moment she stopped holding her breath their brief dance around his captivity would be over.
She was beginning to get dizzy. Spots appeared in the corners of her vision and her lungs ached, her body threatening her with unconsciousness to restore its oxygen balance. Before it could get that far, Warja's breath left her in an explosive gust and she launched into a reply. Her vision was hazy, but she ignored it. "You know it doesn't have to be that way. You could stay with me and we could rescue Soren." They could put together a rescue party or something. Isardis had to have loads of enemies; some of which might jump at the chance to tear into his kingdom.
Tail flicking like a cat's, Warja turned a pointed gaze up at her friend. Of course they'd go back to this topic. What else could they talk about? It was the elephant in the room, far too big to ignore. All roads led back to it. Their brief conversation about other things was riddled with mentions of it. So why not keep talking about it? It was there and dying to be mentioned. They may as well get it over with.
