Unsteady Footing
06-04-2013, 02:36 AM
Eria had felt a sense of pride when he had admired her fur. No words had to be said as she got over her self-consciousness and her blushing skin lost its extra warmth. When she did become shy, it didn't last very long. Her eyes silently danced when they met his gaze. He had the same beliefs as her in regards to the truth. Drama was overrated and she didn't need it, especially when she was new to a land like Alacritis. "It's nice to meet someone who understands the concept of being honest," she said happily. Lying could lead to far worse things, like trickery, wicked ideas...on and on.
She thought about the slip-up that occurred only minutes before. Something had happened recently, she mentally guessed, that caused him to travel up here. Eria took in the details of his fur, how it wasn't as thick as hers for a climate like the North. The dark fae knew about painful experiences and she kept that information away from her current conversation with Pontifex. Her smile remained on her face and she nodded. "I won't try to pry, Pontifex. If I do, just let me know." Her gentle gaze met his and she softly said, "My next guess is..you're not from around here, so you probably came from somewhere warmer..the South, maybe?" She leaned her head in a curious manner and decided to recline to her haunches again. "The weather is lovelier down there, I am sure. I haven't seen many wolves up here who aren't familiar with the terrain...except me, but...I guess that's a different story." If Eria sounded side-tracked, she didn't mean to be. Her past was connected to why she was there.
She thought about the slip-up that occurred only minutes before. Something had happened recently, she mentally guessed, that caused him to travel up here. Eria took in the details of his fur, how it wasn't as thick as hers for a climate like the North. The dark fae knew about painful experiences and she kept that information away from her current conversation with Pontifex. Her smile remained on her face and she nodded. "I won't try to pry, Pontifex. If I do, just let me know." Her gentle gaze met his and she softly said, "My next guess is..you're not from around here, so you probably came from somewhere warmer..the South, maybe?" She leaned her head in a curious manner and decided to recline to her haunches again. "The weather is lovelier down there, I am sure. I haven't seen many wolves up here who aren't familiar with the terrain...except me, but...I guess that's a different story." If Eria sounded side-tracked, she didn't mean to be. Her past was connected to why she was there.