For Good

She seemed not entirely put off by his distracted demeanor, and this pleased the boy. He needed others to stop expecting perfection from him, and she seemed like she wasn't the type to do that. It was strange, how he was already making assumptions about this woman he had only just met. Maverick liked to think he was good at reading others, and hoped that he would not be wrong in her case. She spoke, dismissing his apology and stating that there was nothing she needed to forgive. He dipped his head thankfully, happy to be able to relax - if only slightly - in her presence. She stood shorter than he, and smaller in general, but she was still a decently sized wolf. As she dipped her head respectfully, the boy was happy to see someone was getting into the spirit of Seracia. Some loathed the courtesies that the Kingdom thrived upon, but Maverick quite enjoyed them. "I am glad to hear that." It was all he need offer her to end the line of speech on that subject. His emotions - he hoped - would not be further investigated for the time being.

"Elphaba," he smiled as the word rolled off of his tongue. "It's a pretty name." It was unique, and tasted weird when he said it, but was pretty all the same. He knew he would enjoy trying to remember it. Her blackened hues were certainly mesmerizing enough, the name suited them well. "Of course not," he would say when she mentioned her lack of interaction may have offended. "No offense taken. It takes a while for new members to get settled, and they often don't start socializing until a few weeks after they join." She still looked tense, as if she worried he might assert his power on her. Maverick tried to relax his frame, even lowering his head a bit to show he meant nothing but kindness. The smile remained on his mask as he inquired of her. "Since you're new here, is there anything I can assist you with?" It was only polite to offer his assistance, but beyond that - the Prince really did love helping newcomers. It would give him a chance to think about anything else but his predicament. He continued to sit, eyes traveling placidly between her own and the land beyond her. He was a fidgety guy by nature, and if his eyes did not wander, some other part of him would. He'd attributed this trait so far to his youth, but he'd yet to grow out of it.


"Speech!"